Lifting People and How I Dread for Tomorrow

A poem is when…
… words are too trite to describe the extraordinary.
…sentences are too brief to complicate the unsimple.
…paragraphs are too incoherent to connect to the soul.
… and when a period means all the universe, and you the God,
a mere speck of a sand.

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Leah

Breathe in for luck, breathe in so deep,
this air is blessed, you share with me.
This night is wild, so calm and dull,
these hearts they race from self control.
Your legs are smooth as they graze mine,
we’re doing fine, we’re doing nothing at all.

by Leah

 

Please read her blog… I honestly like her poems. How I wish I can write as good as her.

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