Feb 04, 2018 | Rating : | Written by Landon Schrodt
Honed Edge Read Count : 73

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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