He Found His Voice February 22, 2013
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He Found His Voice
He was a quiet man,
unassuming in act,
taciturn,
not prone to gregariousness.
He was a quiet man,
who fought life’s battles,
demurely,
on his own.
He was a quiet man,
who found his voice,
surprisingly,
through quill and parchment.
He was a quiet man,
writing dreams of gods,
feverishly,
in his enduring solitude.
He was a quiet man,
whose thoughts and hopes,
thankfully,
will now last forever.
I really like your work! Thank you for writing!
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