I Hold In My Hand

I hold in my hand a poem

filled with feelings that nobody understands

so wonderful

so beautiful



I hold in my hand a soul

the soul from which this poem came

filled with the feelings that nobody understands

so wonderful

so beautiful



That now i hold nothing

for true beauty is not held but felt

Author's Notes/Comments: 

this was an assignment for a contest our teacher wanted everybody to enter.

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