Precious Words I Speak To You, My BrotherA Poem by I Am SvetlanaMany days I have see you happy and joyful. The way you stare into my eyes, they are happy. But now, they are drooped and dark. What has happened, my brother? What is it that you dream about at night? Do you wake up screaming or covered in sweat with the sheets tangled at your ankles? I wish to read you my words and thoughts, to make you well again. I hope they will help you. Please, just listen to my voice as the words escape my lips. Please, just listen to them and they shall make you better. © 2009 I Am SvetlanaReviews
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1 Review Added on May 16, 2009 AuthorI Am SvetlanaMadison, WIAbout"If you cannot write well; you cannot think well; if you cannot think well, other's will do your thinking for you." -Oscar Wilde Hello all, my name is Emily Svetlana! I am 30 years old and wo.. more..Writing
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