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The Writer's Wish
Come, words.
Pour down like rain in the night,
with or without the thunder.
Sit on my shoulder like the wren on the fence.
Sing to me; sing through me.
Rise dependably, like sun behind clouds.
Glow with promise and purpose.
Follow me down the pine-scented forest path.
Follow me, or perhaps lead me. Better yet, walk with me.
©Mary Lee Hahn, 2014
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