| lay down | lay down your weary tune | lay down the song you strum and rest yourself | 'neath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum | and let the morning breeze like a bugle blow against the drums of dawn | and be struck by the sounds before the sun knowing that the night is gone | and stand unwound beneath the skies and clouds unbound by laws | unbound by laws | and rest yourself 'neath the strength of strings no voice can hope to hum |
February 14, 2008
Poetry
Spit from the hip; Signed it, "Your's truly, Poetry." Mother said, Wonderful. Teacher said, It was punctuated incoherently. Publicist hated it, But folks were changed by it. I wrote it. That was all.
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