May 24, 2019
A gathering of happy souls
Surrounds a boy who can not talk
A lock on lips, and searches for a key
So he can finally breeze speech with ease
Present himself with a smooth walk
And be that boy with no more holes
YOU ARE READING
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PoetryA daily journal full of poems of love, of joy and grief Pen enslaves the hand and paints the vast land of the canvas we call Speech
