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Friday, September 20, 2013

Poem & photos


So often I hide
all that is within me:
the passion, the tears,
the love, the fears.

To express feeling is to live
as well as to die.
Passion implodes
within my soul
demanding to be recognized
though nowhere to go.

It's easier to hide
and pretend
that we fit
until our eyes
meet another
who does not wish
to hide.

And our soul 
reaches out
hoping, praying
to be accepted.  

Copyright V. Rose

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