What I am By: Joyce Ross

by Joyce Ross   Nov 25, 2012


I am a Rock
I am a rusted nail
A fade away
A leaf blown south
I am the wind
I am the snow
I am the rain
That falls apon
You as I know

I am a blade of grass
I am your memories
That will forever last
A window screen
A pillow seem
I am just an ordinary
everything

I am a pure cloud
that's turning dark
I am as deadly as
The silence in the night
A child alone now with
A child of my own

I am me
I am me
I am me

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