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I Write Because

I write because When I put pen to paper I can be a tree’s trembling heart When an axe is about to hit it Or a dog’s warm heart When his Papa returns every night I can be my old man’s weak heart Living his last days Or a little girl’s cheerful one When she

Before Words

Before words There lives a feeling Before words There lives a sensitivity Before words There lives an image Before words There lives a melody Before words There lives a collective unconscious Before words There lives a soul I just find them a perfect home- The Writer