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The Unwritten
“This poem is not about what is written,
But what is not written…”
~Took for granted, I am torn
Two worlds, past and future
My present presence at a halt
As I try to find my significance,
The nature of the beast, that is,
…me…
~Like wandering butterflies
I drift…
Peacefully, graciously, but lonely
With only the wind and trees as my company
For no one could understand…
My emotion~
They shan’t be written for you to read
For I, myself do not know
~the words to write.
Thus, learn to read between the lines,
That is my best advice~
~ I could let go, and sail
The breeze could carry me away
Rely on the wind beneath my wings
I pray…
Keep me light, and let me soar.
Read between the lines…
…Unwritten words forever pour~
@2011/06/30-2011/07/01
~*Wandering*Butterfly*~
Miranda Lambert
2ND PLACE IN Constance La France ~ The Unwritten
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