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The Power Of Poems
the slightest touch of a hand on your shoulder
the laugh of a child as he plays with his mother
sipping the last drop of golden water
having enough strength to smash a boulder
whispers in the wind that sing a sad song
listen to the heart of a tree
hear it beat along
a scream from a woman as she begs for mercy
mankind runs from their worries
the soft red on an autumn leaf
the sands of time have stopped
don't be scared if your life has ended
cause we give Power to the Poems
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