Poetry

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It seems as though,
No matter what I do.
No matter where I go,
The words they just flow....

I cannot contain it,
Nor do I want to.
I cannot hide it,
It forever flows.....

Every where I look,
Every where I go.
It's the same,
And it always shows....

Like a brook,
That when it rains.
It over flows,
And cannot be contained....

When I say nothing,
The words stir within me.
And I have to speak or write,
What I feel for thee....

In all of my writtings,
It's Gods purity.
That moves my hand,
To write of love and beauty....

5/20/2004~published

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