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Writing

Write, write, write, all day long,
Maybe a poem, maybe a song.
As soon as I put my pencil away
There’s something else that I need to say.
 
Sometimes I ask, why must we write?
Why thoughts just come, in the dark of night.
but I’m really glad, that He made us this way,
That the Maker has given us something to say.
 
Words that come in the form of a rhyme,
not always, but for me, a lot of the time..
And it’s really a joy, and it brings me delight,
so I think that I’ll, just continue to write.
 
because it’s become such a part of my being,
so whatever comes next remains to be seen.
 
............. Writing.
 
 
 
H.S.I. © 2018– 23.

Life is a mystery sometimes, why we are what we are, and do what we do,
but one things for sure, The master has a perfect plan. I think I'll rest a little now..

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