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By Dylan Kwiatkowski Date: 2003 May 20 Comment on this Work [[2003.05.20.12.16.31333]] |
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I follow my heart through pages in time. Notes scrawled on coffee house knapkins read of happiness. Today I have found my voice. It speaks volumes with my pen. The darker the ink, the louder my voice echoes in the night. Bouncing off walls, sending vibrations scattering though the room; pounding with the power of speakers in a concert hall. The audience is captivated by my flow. Jaws drop in awe as I spit lyrics and rhyme. Guaranteed in time to make you move and bounce to the rhythem pulsing in your soul. My voice can heal broken hearts. Teach a child to read, and even whisper sweet sonnets in the ear of the one I love. If my voice has reached you in some way, then it has served it's purpose. For it has taught your heart to love again. |