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Paula Wilson Poem
The Quiet ones Listen the Longest and try not to Disturb
The Whispering Winds.
The words of our Ancestors soar on a Breeze and we can't
Hear because of the Shuffling of Leaves.
Sometimes the Silent ones Speak the Loudest Words
and Sometimes the Loudest ones can put Someone
in a Tomb.
Words can Destroy a Nation or Heal a Wound.
Just Because I'm Quiet doesn't mean I have
Nothing to Say.
Whisper Kindly and Talk Softly.
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Paula Wilson Poem
Her face is the Sun,Glowing with Beauty,
and her eyes are the Sea,Deep with Emotion.
Her Lips are the Trees,Whispering against the Air,
and her Hair is the Wind,Blowing against the Horizon.
Her hands are the Flowers,Gracefully lying in her Lap,
and her Feet is the Grass, Nestling against the Earth.
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Paula Wilson Poem
The Heart
The moon calls to a blue heart
The trees bow to the ground and
Shadows dance in the night
A lonely heart cries for company
The sun rises, and the heart dances
in coppery fields
The daisies smell of love,
and the grass is sweet to running feet
The sky dims, and all can hear the night sounds
The Heart yearns for a hand to hold,
Another heart to love
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Paula Wilson Poem
The Cold Within
I raise my face to the harsh wind
and let it blow thru my soul,
sweeping away the debris
that covers my heart
The harsh wind rains tears down my face,
and the dampness of them chills my skin
If they could only wash away the pain inside
My heart aches for the warmth of love
that is freely given
I become weary from the coldness of the world
Maybe the burning tears blinding my eyes
Will purify my soul
The Cold Within is freezing my heart
and I cannot find the love
that will warm my soul
Copyright © Paula Wilson | Year Posted 2021
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