My MuseA Poem by Elizabeth Porterfield A guess at where the words come from before me. The words flow through me They are not my own A muse has come down From her lofty throne She seeds in my heart Words that speak to the world Lessons to be learned Like petals unfurled Memories burned By the strong in this world I pick up the pieces Put them back together And hope beyond hope That my creations will weather The storms of lifes critics © 2012 Elizabeth Porterfield |
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Added on March 29, 2012 Last Updated on April 4, 2012 Author
Elizabeth PorterfieldButlerville, ARAboutI have written and love lots of dark and depressing writing, although my friends call me chipper.... I usually am a pretty happy person unless you piss me off:) I'm twenty years old and trying to figu.. more..Writing
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