Charles Messina / Poem Your Voice
I care so with voice I try to stop all that turns hearts dry. My ink is light laced with black, a soft touch that can attack. Through speech, I give Father praise, cause laughs, thoughts, even malaise. Love’s heat, man’s wins, each defeat ~ all form words with my pen’s beat.
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