Upon the moistened lips they lie;
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unspoken words anxious to fly.
Stretching forth across the page;
engaging breath,take center stage.
Vintage words flow from the mind;
taking flight,give way to rhyme.
Cling to life,to be transposed;
into a poem,or loving prose.
Perhaps they'll brighten someones day.
Revive a memory along the way.
Golden words, they play their role;
when placed together become the soul.
written by Lorraine,May 24th,2004