My TimeA Poem by IonaFaith
Maybe these early hours of the morning were invented just for us
The dreamers and thinkers and creators of the world Who need some quiet time to work on their masterpieces I know I do, not that anything I have ever created could be called that A masterpiece is almost impossible to create, that's why they're so valued Perfection doesn't exist in nature, you have to create it Even plants die, and get damaged Sometimes I wonder if they feel pain like we do But then I go back to thinking about how to use my own pain To create something as close to perfect as the human race is ever going to get Pain is beautiful and useful and helpful Without pain no one would ever create anything of worth They would have no experience of loss to be able to express what it is they had © 2013 IonaFaith |
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Added on July 31, 2013 Last Updated on July 31, 2013 AuthorIonaFaithTodmorden , Lancashire , United KingdomAboutI've not been writing long and nothing I write is ever planned, I write it as it comes to me. I mostly write poetry but occasionally write brief passages of prose, I have even been known to write lyri.. more..Writing
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