Sunday, 21 March 2010

Free words from the past

In my pages there are many others, sisters and brothers, grandfathers and mothers,
I am the function for words to arrive,
Creating a picture, make words come alive
I am a pathway, a passage, a zone.
Some ideas come together, some come through alone.
I have no objective but to flow with the inspiration,
Being compelled to spell out stories for the nation,
I have no identity, I am here to serve.
I must write what I feel, I must keep my nerve.
In the pages I write, I am additional to me,
I am he, she, thee. I am all of you, I am free.

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