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Tod Gaines Poem
TO MY SISTER
To hurt
from
no love
is pain
all must feel.
WHY?
To cry
from
no love
is pain
for all
to hear.
WHY?
Is there
not
more love
than we
can give?
To die
from
no love
is a
funeral we
all must attend.
WHY?
Copyright © Tod Gaines | Year Posted 2009
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Tod Gaines Poem
Beautiful master piece,
radiates pure talent.
The hunger in my soul is a
foolish pride.
The stroke of the brush, as
if my life source, is the force
behind my gift.
The subject perfect this time as always,
"Hidden pain" why doesn't God answer my
questions straight out?
It will hang in that big Gallery, in that big city,
I'll hang around until I can get back from the other-side
of Art.
Copyright © Tod Gaines | Year Posted 2009
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