I WANT TO WRITE BUT.A Poem by Rose of many coloursthe urge to write but not willing to do so, weary some days,unending thoughts, not much to say.I am writing formless thoughts. The lines that follow seems so hollow: Nothingness and emptiness from a wandering mind. If only I can tame it's kind, And have work prepared with skillful hands. There is the world to explore, And unknown treasures to seek and more. Fearing this kind of ailing. I rolled on my side and typed a few lines. Thoughts appear that makes no sense. Where it came , I know not whence, No form, all cloudy and blurred. I write to heal an ailing soul. © 2013 Rose of many coloursReviews
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StatsAuthorRose of many coloursSan Fernando , Trinidad and TobagoAboutHello. I'm from the Caribbean,Trinidad and Tobago. Writing is my companion, it defines the person i am. 'My tongue is the pen of a ready writer' this is my favourite verse in the Bible. My expe.. more..Writing
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