Just Let Me

Let me write
With the abandon
Of a child at play

Let me write
With the recklessness
Of a stormy day

Let me write
With the passion
Of a lover’s embrace

Just let me express
What my soul says

Let me write
With the force
Of the relentless sun

Let me write
With the innocence
Of puppies having fun

Let me write
With the anticipation
Of brand new days

Just let me express
What my soul says

Let me write
With the beauty
Of a nightingale’s song

Let me write
With the serenity
Of a stream flowing along

Let me write
With the love
Of an Angel’s gaze

Just let me express
What my soul says

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A little about me needs some thinking am I a writer? an artist? I'm also good at singing I love the stage Don't think I look my age maybe I'm a trainer or a poet? but don't worry I am on it. :-).
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Writing what your soul says…Amazing I say:)

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