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Carla Thornton Poem
EACH DAY I WALK TO THE WALLS OF LOVE MAKING MY REQUEST KNOWN
ELITED BY THE PRESENT OF SUNSHINE BEAMING DOWN ON MY PRESENTS
ENDEARING OF MY LOVE FOR HIS RETURN AS THE DAYS GET LONGER
AND THE NIGHTS PARTS INTO MORNING I WAKE TO THE PHONE RINGING
HELLO I JUST CALL TO HERE FROM YOU PART BY THE HATED PRESENT
OF THIS LOVE IS NOT FOR YOU MANY MOONS HAVE CHANGED A NEW
DAWN HAS COME BUT THERE WILL NEVER BE A CHANGE FOR THE LOVE OF
MY LIFE AS I LISTEN HARD TO TH WINDS VOICE YOU WILL FIND PASSION
AGAIN LOVE FOR ANOTHER THROUGH THE WALLS OF LOVE THERE ARE SO
MANY ROOMS THAT SHOULD BE OPEN BY THE LOVE OF YOUR LIFE
THE SUN HEATS UP THE WALLS OF YOUR SOUL GIVING YOUR ENERGY TO
LOVE ONCE AGAIN THE SUN TELLS ME TO ENJOY LIFE LIVE LIFE LOVE
LIFE SING THE SONGS OF LIFE MOVE AWAY FROM THE DARK CLOUDS THAT
STEALS YOUR JOY ROBBS YOU OF YOUR PEACE STOP AND SMELL THE ROSES
LISTEN TO A NEW SONG AGAIN DANCE TO A NEW TUNE AGAIN AS I TAKE THE
SUN ADVICE I DO INDEED FIND A NEW LOVE AGAIN A DAWN OF AN NEW PASSION
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Gift that we continue to pour out
My Human being quest for understanding
one another is more complex than we
know.
Love fills the Universe peace showers down
on earth My Fellow Man enbracing life in Faith
Hoping for a better tomorrow.
Peace begins at Home walls that sings meekness
patients disgest daily .Understanding the Minds
of World is walls within the Hearts of Mens.
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Today I go on a boat with no return separated from my family
Lost in a world where men rule for power and money
My blood is diviv\ded by two love and the is hate
Forced to leave my roots my family No one will fine me lost
Forever traveling to places where I am a stranger I am a slave
captured force to be in bondage I plat to the skies that
One day my prayer will be heard Freedom is that what I want
One day I will be free My soul soars to fly away from here
This world I work hard long hot days where no on cares
I look to aman and say I am Jane I am Jane
Lost in a world where no one cares.
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A Big bang, the press good news
is here small silky tender young endearing
to morning dew.
Joy laughter sounds of trumpetst
Roses dancing and sing sun stand shinning
brightly.
Warm embrace claiming space prints desending
from a new generation I here a suit voice
of sound that echo through the land.
My passport present working hand in hand with
destine.
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