I cherished it.
Cupped it in starving hands.
Absorbed it through capilaries.
Vigilant not to lose one atom.
Or even the scent lingering around it.
For it taught a secret lesson.
Invading energies across time.
Forcing the unwilling to live.
To look beyond the past.
To understand.
What it means to
give.
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I enjoyed this poem giving is a wonderful thing the way you put this together flows really well thanks for reading one of my poems that means a lot and I will take a look at it from what you said and see what I can do with it SH
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this is a very beautiful poem. the feeling you get when you give, even to those who dont know how much you are giving to them, is incredible. lovely poem.
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SUCH BEAUTY TO RECIEVE!!!!
There are not many that come to know what you so beautifully write of here! To give without taking, to cherish what one sees as another is happy and content with ones precious gift of heart.
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I recently had to write a paper on who gets more when volunteering "The giver or the reciever?"
I think the giver. I really enjoyed reading this!!
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This is beautiful with stunning discriptions. True happiness is when you give and love others all of your life. Thanks for sharing.
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There is a great poignancy and depth, abstract expression pleading beyond what is spoken. Nice imagery to weave such a thought provoking ending. Great write!
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