Writing
Today I write , not myself,
But what you want to hear
The sun shone
The trees sang
The world was at peace
Today I write not myself
But the carefully woven tunes
You have learnt to hear
That shuts out the cluttered day
The nervous speech,
That gives you a lullaby
To lull you to sleep
These lies we keep
To keep us from harm
We are armed, only with dreams
yvette smith june 09
poem by Yvette Smith
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