Words

by

As the water falls from the hill

my words proceed at my will
Here and there it flies fast

cant retrieve for soon its lost
words of fun,sorrow,love and hate

all proceed from my wicked heart
like a battle that's well fought

i rejoice when through words i please
also darts do fly and sorrows increse
Lord this unruly member help me control

for a quiet person has a good soul.

NEXT?
Why don't you look at warriors passage
by: Anne Strausser
from: Harrisburg, PA, US

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