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Mother's song Printable Version PRINTABLE VERSION
by Samuel, United Kingdom Apr 29, 2008
Culture   Poetry

  

Sleep well my child
The night draws nigh
The midnight fear
Shall harm you not
Lay well upon me
My shadow protects you
Sleep well my child
The morrow comes
The wake of the sun
Brings unwritten tales
Lay well upon me
My mountains surround you
Sleep well my child
Renew your strength
For the years come fast
when my leaves shall fall
and my song fades
remember me then
as I watch you now





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Samuel


I'm 26 years old.
And this is my creed.
My voice is a tool in destiny's toolbox.
My words are the ammo of providence's slingshot.
My thoughts are the paths in fate's journey,
My intentions projections of success divine.
I write because I choose to speak
of the things the cause the world to spin.
I write because I can
and i believe my words will someday make an impact.
I'm not an agent of change as some many conclude or think.
I'm just the wind that blows and spreads the forest fire.
Join me and together we can walk to destiny's dream.

Love to all
I'm not a poet
I'm just me
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