A Poem Untitled.

Tue, 07/12/2016 - 20:26 -- Alezae

As she's putting this pen to paper
She's giving a brush to a painter

An anonymous artist who knows her soul 
And defines her life with every stroke

Although she doesn't always know in whose hand the
brush holds
She constantly finds herself at ease because
she knows

The gentle kisses her pen gives this page
will leave a mark that will forever remain 
in her heart, mind, body, and soul

As this anonymous artist continues to unfold 
the tell-tale heart of a story untold 
 

 

This poem is about: 
Me
My family
My community
My country
Our world

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