Eloquence

April 25, 2014

eloquence is not easily achieved.

We speak before we breath,

the words, they tumble from our lips

to heaven or hell, without consent.

If we were to think, and wait,

We would help instead of hate.

If we could stop and breath,

maybe we could all achieve,

Eloquence.

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