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Cry for open door

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Cry for open door

Sun in the pocket
stars in a cup
are the talents unwriten and unknown

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  1. Date: 12/24/2012 9:14:00 PM
    Mathias, Once again, we find ourselves trapped in the Holiday Season. And, hear I am stopping by to say Hi and to wish you a Merry Christmas once again sincerely from my heart. Loving each moment I found comforting here on the soup. Thank you for any comment or support you have offered now or in the past. Love always & forever ~ PD

  1. Date: 12/25/2011 12:22:00 PM
    Mathias , Now that the presents are wrapped, the stockings all hung, all that's left now is the holiday fun! Merry Christmas! (Dr Seuss) , wishing you the best this coming year.. i'm gonna enjoy all the blessings this coming year...GOOD LUCK IN THE CONTEST,.. bless you always,..p.d

  1. Date: 12/21/2011 9:55:00 AM
    It tells me we have it all, we just need to appreciate! Merry Christmas Mat, hope it is one to remember! :)

  1. Date: 11/15/2011 2:51:00 PM
    Hiding one's light under a bushel - is this the theme, Mathias? Whatever, your piece charges the imagination. LOve, daver

  1. Date: 11/13/2011 3:50:00 PM
    This is so nice, Matt. An insightful little poem.

  1. Date: 11/12/2011 6:57:00 PM
    I'm honored to be the first to comment on this Mathias. In my opinion every star is a door, the sun in your pocket means you are rich beyond earthly treasures, and as of talents unwritten and unknown, it is written in the sky, Mathias Yakubu wrote this lovely verse. Who else would know the meaning of it's true worth but the one who weaved it. Hugs, Vie