Words and stanzas

Such tender mercies delivered in a font

Oh how big , or how small

Shall I trail a page

With words of wonder

And convictions

Heavy and light

Am I right to continue

Transferring wind so in tune

With rememberance of

Achievement

Oh how different I can sound

Within a bashful wand

And a contemptuous fawn

My nerves clear the way

For past endeavors left

 and may I say,

 that convenience of nouns play

A point of redemption

And purpose holding

And molding me beneath

The strands of a song

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