A voice
A voice cried for years
As it was abaneden in fear.
Not even a cheer
Will not cross its path.
Leaving this lonely voice to fad away .
So much you want to say, but
Less minute are in a day .
Were the time have been, perhaps! My voice is like the wind.
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YoungVoice
I'm a young writer and I'm starting on my book 2. I love music poetry and playing the keyboard . I'm down to earth and chill I get alone with just about anybody. Written is my passion and I think god for giving me this talent . I'm age 26 so I have a long way to go still living and learning .
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