Stolen Voices
I’m all alone, there’s no one here but me.
My problems have all but gone,
And I’m the only one.
No one to hear my screams of pain.
No one to hear me cry.
The devil has many stolen voices,
And now he has mine.
Stolen Voices
The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.
Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)
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This Ledge... | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
Stolen Voices | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
Sidewalk of Life | 0 | 02/01/2011 |
He Walks Alone | 0 | 01/31/2011 |
Forget Me not | 1 | 01/29/2011 |
I Am The Sun... | 3 | 01/28/2011 |
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