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The Pen is Mightier than the Sword

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This poem is based upon, and uses lines from a poem by Yeats I believe. I saw it in a movie, and it really stuck with me.

 

Poorly fitted with gusty clothes

I have not materials with which to praise

All I have are my dreams

 

Having naught, I spread my dreams before you

Patchworks of bravery and deceit

Hallowed and sacred in somber tones

 

Every step crushes what once I hoped

The roses that bore the seed of labor

Flowers of dawn that break forth in colors

 

I give up this, that I posess

So that you may pass undirtied

I soil my dreams to keep you pure

 

Tread gently, dear, for you tread upon my dreams.

Walk with a gentle step, for they are my wealth.

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