I write

I write to wipe off biterness and anger
Of memories of my tribe killed in past life
To atone for promises that I did not keep
I write for peace, for forgiveness

I write for dreams, 
For desires woven in remarkable designs
For hope,for a thousand flowers
For a brief moment when the world is not the same
So that a difference is made to someone's life

I write so that I can talk to some one in this cold, sullen city