Says It Poetically

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Who was I when I wrote that letter,

for the words remain a blur to me.

It came from a place of all places,

where disturbed could possibly be.

 

Who was I when I said those words,

for my mind had been warped of inhumane pose.

Deaf, though I listened to the movement of a stature,

and a stature moves swiftly.

With still could I imagine seeing a house drift,

though it lays in no water.

With will could I force upon the seas to stand still,

let alone birth a daughter. 

With bank could I payoff all the remorse in the world to keep the peace.

with translation could I listen to a voice with no speech,

but with faith, could I leap?

......Always, now what's the real question.

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