I held suffering of our world in my hands,
All the tears and everything that ever was felt.
I felt them, I understood them, I added to them,
tears leaving my eyes gathering too in my hands.
My naive hearth in that moment spoke, said wish,
wishing for kindness, no cruelty, and that tears,
only flow when you laugh, when you smile.
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Sound Of My Soul
PoetryCollection of poems that came into existence by word's gathering in one place on the command of either feeling or thought. I think that poems come from one's soul, possibly for many of us to speak ourselves without restriction, and that's how I came...
