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Dana Thomas Poem
How lovely does one’s eyes, sparkle in light.
How one’s touch, gentle, no silk could compare.
How one’s love, everlasting, full life.
How one’s beauty, allusive, if be fair.
My soul, empty, ever so I want her.
My mind, abridge, disquiet, I need peace.
My lips, speechless, words cannot register.
My body, still, love is just a belief.
She, a blossom, so divine but graceful.
She, like water, calming, always oneself.
She, not knowing, how her beauty travels.
She, so loving, never scared to show herself.
She, a mystery, invisible and free.
Who is she, I know not, the one to be?
Copyright © Dana Thomas | Year Posted 2015
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Dana Thomas Poem
There is a wall, made of glass.
On the other side, there's Nobody.
When the wall performs imaginative and innovative concepts on the other side, do you Notice? Its Nobody.
When the wall weeps and cry's for attention from the other side, do you Hear? Its Nobody.
When the wall is claw marked, and blood is dripping from the gashes in its hands on the other side, do you See? Its Nobody.
When the essence of its soul and heart leaks from the pours of the glass on the other side, do you Smell? Its Nobody.
When the burnt bitter words of nonsense it speaks from the glass on the other side, do you Taste? Its Nobody.
When the wall is terrified to show who it truly is, waiting and wanting to show the heart its buried deep within its chest on the other side, can you Empathize? Its Nobody.
If you ask who or what will brake through this glass wall, its Nobody...
Copyright © Dana Thomas | Year Posted 2016
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