Feeding Souls and Growing Trees

Fri, 07/15/2016 - 18:04 -- Tulio

When love filled all space in my heart,
I couldn't keep it just to myself and had to find a way to share;
So I got all the love I had
And made it into poetry.
All who have ears should hear.

At that moment I'd seen the finest art.
I was able to show people how much I care
And the purest feelings spread.
I was finally free;
I had no more fears!

Now and then, even when my heart is falling apart
And all my life seems to be a nightmare,
I know that I am not dead;
Because through the pencil, my heart strengthens all the roots of my tree,
And the best part of this is that it does even though I am not Shakespeare.


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