I've never been a winner in the hallmark games
words were never my claim to fame.
But i'll keep processing til you put me to shame.
what are we,
compared to the world.
what is a smile,
without happiness.
there's nothing that hurts worse
than the sound of silence.
in another's eye of course,
there's nothing as powerful.
the poets sonnets keep coming,
inly changing tone.
and a bird can still sing,
its beautiful song alone.
or the beauty can stay,
if they change the harmony.
the worlds fate is controlled
but not only by me.
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