while the world sleeps
The gods of spoken and written word,
Known as poets, lay awake
Think of ways to string together rythmic rhymes
To decribe the beauty we wittness
The pain we feel
The love we hold
And to share the wonders words can express
We share this with them so that they may understand
How we see the world.
We write about her and the beauty she holds,
So that when she wakes.
She knows that we care for her.

10/06/2010

Posted on 10/06/2010
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