WA Poem by MachinaWriterA poem with the letter W...Finding time to
warn me, that my wishful
ways are wasted -if I don’t awake
and see, All the wonders we
have working. All the wonders
around me. Wait! My
world-weary child, Wait a while for
the wish. You’re weary heart
of anguish, won’t be waiting
for much longer. What makes you weak
-will make you
stronger. The winds of winter
blowing -were meant for the
weak. To provide wisdom
and a knowing, -that we worship
what we seek. So wonder, but
don’t wander. Ponder what will
happen -if the world were
to wither. Would you have
wasted your wish? Will you be there with
her? Because you can’t
withstand, -without that
woman’s hand within your hand. Will you be a
witness for the wise? Or a wolf starving
in the winter? Woe to those that
wander, -and never find
their center. We are only of
worth, -if we live in the
world. And in the world,
WE is what makes us, Because we are the
earth. So my wayward,
wandering children, -don’t waste you’re
wish, upon things that
will wither. Find what won’t
vanish, -find her and stay
with her. © 2012 MachinaWriterAuthor's Note
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9 Reviews Added on November 12, 2012 Last Updated on November 12, 2012 AuthorMachinaWriterSpringfield, ILAboutMy original passion has always been in writing stories. Most of them were fantasy stories, because I always wanted to escape. That's what it was. An escape from the troubles of life. Joining this site.. more.. |

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