Whispers of the Soul
Ink flows like a river, a poet's heart aflame
A maze of words, where emotions unfold like a sacred name
Each line a path, a winding road that beckons me
To the heart of the abode, where secrets wait to be set free
Fragments of self, embedded deep, like a hidden truth
A reflection of the heart that beats and seeps with every youth
A dance of words, that weaves a tapestry of heartache and design
A kaleidoscope of pain, a symphony of feelings that entwine
The poet's emotion, like a river's flow, ebbs and grows anew
Through every line, a symphony of feelings, as the heart overflows true
A reflection of the soul, where emotions forever align
A dance of words, that whispers secrets, like a heart that's divine in time
Most readers glance and pass, blind to the heart's deepest pain
They fail to see, the emotion that will last, like a love that remains
They read the lines, but don't feel the weight of every word's design
Of each word's power, that the poet conveys, like a heart that's left behind
For empathy is key, to truly understand the poet's heart's cry
To feel the pulse, of each word's design, a work of art that touches the sky
To be immersed, in the poet's emotional shrine
Where emotions flow, like a river's stream, forever divine and mine
A true poet gets lost in the lines they create with every breath
In the labyrinth of words, their heart does await, like a love that's born of death
For in each phrase, a piece of them resides, like a heart that beats with every sigh
A reflection of their soul, where emotions forever meet and collide
They pour their heart, into every single word, like a love that's pure and bright
A symphony of feelings, that are forever heard, like a heart that's reborn in light
Their emotions flow, like a never-ending stream, like a love that's wild and free
A tidal wave of passion, that crashes on the dream, wild and carefree
In the silence of the night, they find their heart's whispered voice
A truth that echoes with every choice, a heart that makes a sacred vow
Their emotions raw, their feelings exposed, like a heart that's laid bare and true
A poet's vulnerability, that's the heart's deepest truth, shining through
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David Hurlburt
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