I write to live;
I live to write.
I laugh to cry;
I cry to laugh.
I sing to be silent;
I'm singing so that
I am silent. Like
Songbirds, I in stillness
Strain in trees.
Like the flower,
I soak in the sun.
To be still; to blow
In the wind.
- Author: Allison Cuellar ( Offline)
- Published: February 4th, 2016 22:06
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 25
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