Honed Edge Read Count : 71

Category : Poems

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My blade grow weary of it's sheath

Sharpened by nature's greatest gift

Hiking across the forest grows my spirit,

My tongue grows sharp and clears my voice 

It shakes the green pastures that lie beyond

And thus I was born.

Comments

  • Beautiful!💜

    Feb 04, 2018

  • *Done

    Jul 26, 2018

  • Jarvonte Edwards8

    Jarvonte Edwards8

    i like your poem

    Jul 26, 2018

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