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Treasure

Heart to hand Hand to pen Pen to paper Start again Thoughts unwind Secrets unfold Words blossom into Stories told. A gentle seed Sprouting small Branches lead To trees so tall. Word for word Scrawling lines Sentences that Creep through time. Of past, of present, Or those of Mysteries 'Bout what's to come. Pointless poems To stricter measure Writing is Man's greatest treasure.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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Date: 3/28/2016 8:14:00 PM
Brianne Bergen, you've expressed yourself well, I like the last line. Please keep writing and sharing your poetry when you have time. Love ~LINDA~
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Date: 8/8/2008 6:16:00 PM
What a wonderful reflection on writing. The title is fitting. Welcome to Poetry Soup! I hope you enjoy your time spent here. Best wishes with your writing. Karen
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Date: 8/8/2008 2:21:00 PM
Amen to that! I agree, words are my soul. Well done! Love Kristin
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