Keep your voice high, it is all you have in the end
My voice is fully my own
where I express my thoughts
and give expression
to my concerns and joys
My voice is old but youthful
My voice is timid but strong
My voice is like the tinkeling
sounds made by bells of glass
winters bells, winters shards
My voice is all that I have
My voice is my treasurechest
My voice may never be silenced
not even by the hand of death
dictators furies or lack of breath
My voice is my voice and no one elses
Poetry by Charles F Kane
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Written on 2006-10-30 at 17:21
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My voice
My voice is rusty, but calmMy voice is fully my own
where I express my thoughts
and give expression
to my concerns and joys
My voice is old but youthful
My voice is timid but strong
My voice is like the tinkeling
sounds made by bells of glass
winters bells, winters shards
My voice is all that I have
My voice is my treasurechest
My voice may never be silenced
not even by the hand of death
dictators furies or lack of breath
My voice is my voice and no one elses
Poetry by Charles F Kane
Read 1024 times
Written on 2006-10-30 at 17:21
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