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Saturday, September 22, 2007
Lost Words
My words are lost in trance,
Never again to be redeemed,
If only my mind would give a chance.
To the words lost in between.
For all writers wrist is cold.
Without a thought in mind,
Soon surpassed by the pen they hold,
The strength of words had made me blind.
Never again to be redeemed,
If only my mind would give a chance.
To the words lost in between.
For all writers wrist is cold.
Without a thought in mind,
Soon surpassed by the pen they hold,
The strength of words had made me blind.
Samiha Issacs
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