I Write
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I write to calm the roar
That inside the heart soars
The words I write melt the snow
That covers the storm below
Like a bird I fly
With every word I write
Freedom tastes sweet
That comes from unburdening self
Of the screaming grief
I feel cleansed
As though a new born
With no sins
Born from Nature’s womb
Bathed in a sacred stream
I must write
Or my heart would burst
For writing is to me
What flow is to the sea.
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