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Strangers
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The Light How is it that a stranger
So quickly becomes a friend?
What breaks the hinges open?
The unknown locks come to an end
One's life can change so rapidly
By another they'd never met
Whether for the best or for the better
It's impossible to forget
To touch my life with verses,
Open up with your sweet kindness
You've reversed all worldly curses
Which lurk paired next to blindess
The smallest touch of love and light
Surely goes a long way
That even the darkest, most lonesome night
Becomes brighter than any day
Yes
so soooo true and whooooo hoooo!
writen superbly!
love, Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words
Aw!
thank you so, so much! You are so kind!
Xo
Peace and Love,
Kaitlin
Because
Poetry speaks for itself. For one poet and all. Regardless of circumstance, we all speak in one voice.
As John Keating said
"We don't read and write poetry because it's cute. We read and write poetry because we are members of the human race. And the human race is filled with passion. And medicine, law, business, engineering, these are noble pursuits and necessary to sustain life. But poetry, beauty, romance, love, these are what we stay alive for. To quote from Whitman, "O me! O life!... of the questions of these recurring; of the endless trains of the faithless... of cities filled with the foolish; what good amid these, O me, O life?" Answer. That you are here - that life exists, and identity; that the powerful play goes on and you may contribute a verse. That the powerful play *goes on* and you may contribute a verse. What will your verse be?"
"Music is a universal language and needs not be translated. With it, soul speaks to soul" - Songsterr
Wow
that was awesome!
left me breathless..how articulate can a comment be related?
totally in respect!
Koko~
Poetry is passion,imagination & soul mixing together....
Words