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Beyond This Wall
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�Beyond This Wall� Within a turmoil of despair Blinded by tears like rain Waiting for me to die Touched But know no more Voice now silent Forever more No more echo of a voice Her songs will never be heard again Not even beyond Beyond the wall of sleep Where I wander My only companion Blinded tears As I keep searching for answers Seek for the light long gone Just to wake With a blinded headache Knowing I will never return Not even beyond the wall of sleep Because To be home with God You need no place on earth You are at peace Sitting by the side of our Lord Smiling beyond a wall of clouds That covers you up Painting stars so bright To shine upon the earth by night When beyond the wall of sleep I now feed dead fish In a evil pond of sadness I cry Copyright �2005 Tinka Boukes All Rights Reserved

Reviewed by Carole Mathys

Reviewed on April 29, 2005

Absolutely beautiful Tinka...

Peace and love, Carole

Reviewed by Tinka Boukes

This is amazing Regis...unbelievable...you are correct....I could not believe My eyes!!

Love Tinka

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Amazing, Tinkasweets. I posted my latest poem way before I read this but I think the girl in your graphic is the same as the one in the one I posted. Certainly the emotions and the meaning in this poem are in "harmony" with mine. Thank you. Love and peace. Regis

Reviewed by E T Waldron

simply superb Tinka!

Eileen

Reviewed by Nordette Adams

Highly emotive and provocative, Tinka. Very good piece here. ~~Nordette

Reviewed by jude forese

a very sad and effective poem, Tinka ...

I now feed dead fish
In a evil pond of sadness

what an image!

Reviewed by SHERRY HEIM

So very sad, Tinka. We have many pathways running through our lives and we are free to choose which ones we shall roam. Pick another pathway and though you may still be forced to remain near the troubled path, you can spend your time wandering the pathways of hope, reason and happiness. We cannot control others in our lives, but we can control how we allow them to affect us.
Take care,
Sherry

Reviewed by Felix Perry

No time for crying..time to pick yourself off embrace life and go on after what it is you want so badly a life and love of your own. This is truly a beautiful poem and it does for sure ccome from the heart but also in that other room of your heart behind a closed door perhaps is hope. Go grab onto it.

Felix

Reviewed by Jerry Bolton (Reader)

You can do the sad ones, that's for sure.

Reviewed by Cathrine Hottran

good write

Reviewed by Paul Williams

Awww Tinks' this is so sad but as always, written from the heart. I would do what Linda suggests...hugs

Paul;-]

Reviewed by L. Figgins

Go ahead and cry, Tinka. The tears heal...