How to speak
If I don't know how to
With everyone telling me
To shut my mouth
With these written words
For my pen is crying out its ink
To the clean sheets
Of the fresh papers
The ink on the papers
Speaks out the words
I cannot speak
From my silenced voice
With these written masterpieces
They shall be my voice
The language that I can speak
The only way to ecpress myself
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POEMS III
Poetry3rd book of poems written by me. Some of the poems are old and possibly most of them are nrewly written.
