in
increments
of
time.
Some people
write,
some people
rhyme.
So whether you be
a fiery speaker
or
a
keeper of dreams;
someone who writes
and
says what they mean…
You begin to grasp the power of words….. understanding
that the
boundary lines
of
our
very
existence….
our
lives
measured
in
the
path
we
take.
When
we’ve gone…
our
words
will
remain,
celebrated
or
not.
So
yes write
and
to
yourself
be
true;
yes write
until
the
pen does bend
and
the warmth
of
the sun
is
not
felt
on
your
face
again;
any more….
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