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Leaha Pohlman Poem
The sound that stirs my inner soul hath no comparison to the beauty in you I
behold. My heart though it longs to be bathed in your grace, I yearn much more
to hear you speak my name. For your words are like gold more precious than life
that to hear your spoken word would bring peace in this night.
Copyright © Leaha Pohlman | Year Posted 2014
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Leaha Pohlman Poem
I walk through the halls and partake on the faces of a million aliens from a million places. I speak to none and hide from all to be a faceless name amongst you all. I look at them as aliens from me but I am an alien in a world of human beings. So I hide in plain sight and speak not a word for being one against many someone will make me heard.
Copyright © Leaha Pohlman | Year Posted 2014
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Leaha Pohlman Poem
Although it has been said that once dead life can begin again, we forget what we
leave behind to make grief in life so wretched that we do not know what may
become of us once gone. The heart is a precious thing, it is broken, hurt, and can
be overflowing with passion so make haste to realize the heart may grow
stronger in the wretched world we live. That is why we suffer in this strife, to
grow strong enough to not fear what comes beyond this life.
Copyright © Leaha Pohlman | Year Posted 2014
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