some daysA Poem by Tenten
Some days I write more
Some days I write less
Some days I write nothing
I grow conceited with a number
Forgetting true flow and strength
Weakness if needed
Finding meaning in crafted words
By another’s hand
I find beauty I let drown
As number grew in meaning
As meaning lost reason
Now I remember
With a simple call of voices
Truth, Beauty, Freedom, Love
© 2008 TentenAuthor's Note
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1 Review Added on August 30, 2008 AuthorTentenAlamosa, COAboutI know me well enough to know that I don't who I truly am and that I deceive myself into believing i have found my way in life. i well away of the fact that i am a contradiction of actions and words a.. more..Writing
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