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The Other Language

There are words that avoid the paper,
That hides from the pen,
That detest the ink,
That cannot be typed down,
That I cannot grasp

That is my heart,
That speaks without letters,
That still comes to life,
That articulates when let so,
With the language it invented,
With a vocabulary that is pumped through my blood.

© Gry W Christensen

Copyright © | Year Posted 2014

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Date: 9/16/2015 8:20:00 PM
GREAT POEM!! SO PUMP OUT SOME MORE BEAUTIES MY FRIEND! You got the gift, so use it more often. I am sure you can write more if you have the time, as talent such as yours usually has a very deep reserve! A7
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Date: 11/15/2014 6:18:00 AM
I give this a seven, Gry. Excellent poem.
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Date: 10/7/2014 3:59:00 AM
loved! still there somethings seems to be left unexpressed.. or unexpressable...
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Date: 7/25/2014 1:44:00 PM
- Poetry is a language of your heart, Gry - Your thoughts from the heart - I like this! - En liten hilsen fra Norge :) - oxox // Anne-Lise :)
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Gry Christensen
Date: 7/25/2014 2:08:00 PM
Though sometimes describing emotions and feelings is like dancing to architecture. Tusen takk, Anne Lise. Faar litt hjemlengsel naa, ja...........:)
Date: 7/24/2014 12:24:00 AM
Gry, I love it too! Such a cool write..
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Gry Christensen
Date: 7/24/2014 12:57:00 AM
Hi Dave, thank you! I appreciate your kind comment and thank you for stopping by.
Date: 7/23/2014 11:47:00 PM
I love this. A very good poem. Thank you for sharing it. God bless you.
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Gry Christensen
Date: 7/23/2014 11:56:00 PM
Hi Regina, I truly appreciate your very nice words. Thank you so much. I really enjoyed your latest poem "Mom" , it's so heartfelt! Many blessings to you.