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Beloved Tears

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My voice echo’s from
the mountain tops;
Like the cold, wet mighty
gale…storms from
the north, east, south, west…
you heard every word.

It matter’s not if I speak
just remember my whisper;
of life, love, beauty.

Thoughts of darkness I
pondered; yet I am the light
of soft loving words.
Many never hear me; yet I hear
your soul singing.

Free at last!



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pictured inspired: I pictured the spirit of love reaching out to give us all a better society....

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  • Swan song gold member
    September 2, 2007

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    This is so very beautiful I read it out loud twice andit crooned so smoothly I have read your poems before and I must say I do enjoy them very much

  • Seeking Peace silver member
    September 2, 2007

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    Yes I love this piece, you have set the bar for the rest to follow now, marvellous... speechless, now that says something!

    I wish you the very best of luck for this contest, thanks for entering

    Karen


  • Turtledove
    August 22, 2007
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    Sad write, Novy. Good, excellent in fact. Lot of truth in it.


  • grannyeri gold member
    August 21, 2007

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    Wow - that is some picture - so stark! What inspiration this has been for you -very creative poem, wonderful word combinations. The light of soft loving words is very expressive. Good luck in the contest - loved your entry.


  • Mykeee
    August 21, 2007

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    O what a lovely feel with this. The line, "It matter’s not if I speak just remember my whisper". The whisper is intimate more so than the speaking out loud. So nice ~ Mykey


  • Brazos silver member
    August 21, 2007

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    Very beautiful, sweet one

    Imagine, a spirit with no mouth that still says volumes...this is one of your very best writes.

    "Thoughts of darkness I
    pondered; yet I am the light
    of soft loving words.
    Many never hear me; yet I hear
    your soul singing.

    Free at last!"

    Free at last...God if it were only so. But, you are helping with your soft, lovely writes.

    Love, Brazos


  • Perception
    August 21, 2007

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    Very beautiful, great imagery and great language.

    Wow. Beautiful poem you have got here.

    Keep up the good work.


  • Devils Reject
    August 21, 2007

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    awww i dig this "It matter’s not if I speak
    just remember my whisper;
    of life, love, beauty."

    that speaks volumes.

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