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ADWOA THE POET





                                                         WORDS FALL

A pit of pain
This vacuum none can fill
My mouth refuses to speak
My hearts grief too great to voice
So my words trickle down
All I have to say falls as tears

I pray to he who chooses to listen
For just a day I silently scream
To behold her in my arms again
Silence is what greets my request
My plea heaven has rejected
So my words trickle down
All I have to say falls as tears.

To my fate I have resigned
From this journey none can return
A moment in time, captured, in print
Is really all you left for me
If the wind blows where you are
Then my love whisper you will hear
Still my words trickle down
All I have to say falls as tears.

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