The Rhymester

I believe that in a string of words is a hand that touches souls and can heal those who have been terribly hurt.

If the wind shall blow its coldest
I'll warm your heart with verses cool;
The night was lonely, dark, and deep
And far out there a wounded soul.

I am the lovely hands that rock
The cradle of sweet lullabies;
And through the verses I've had weaved
Shall wipe the tears from someone's eyes.

So if you're feeling sad and blue
I am just here from out the rains:
And through the verses I have wrote
Could somehow take away the pains.


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