Freedom Writers

Freedom Writers For Anne Frank 139 - Poem by Freedom Writers

In the hand of the lines
Blowing the wind of meaning
Growing the rain of writing
And showering the windy rain
On the ground of spelling
Without a certain course
Without a destined point
Some words do appear
Some words disappear
And some words are just
To become shiny tears
In the eyes of the poet
When he just decides
To end this poem

Topic(s) of this poem: flower, free

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, November 22, 2015

Poem Edited: Friday, March 11, 2016

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