Just letters by themselves
That were hidden deep within my heart
Then slowly the letters were formed
Into words to be written..
They wre kept locked from all to view..
Inside my world..
Then as sun appears each new day..
To bring forth a new beginning
The words were born..
For others to see and read..
It brought joy in knowing that the words.
Appeared as beautiful floweres
That were planted in a special garden..
Then like the light that came..
Also brought..The darkness of the night...
Took hold that some of this beauty..
Would die,and have
To wait for new growth of life once more.
Vickie Yannuzzi
Sharing your inner most thought, brings happiness, and then sadness, at those who seem to miss the purpose of sharing..
Nice thoughts and nice write Vickie! I find that most of the poets here are very honest when they write. Most of them share their inner thoughts with us.
Thank you for sharing yours!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
Reviewed by Gregory Sonn (Reader)
Reviewed on April 18, 2002
Hi Vickie,
I couldn't agree more. You are much the richer for a sharing heart. That's why the smart take time to smell the flowers while others rush past them without a glance. Poor souls. Good write. Gregg
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Thank you for sharing yours!!!!!
Sandie Angel :o)
I couldn't agree more. You are much the richer for a sharing heart. That's why the smart take time to smell the flowers while others rush past them without a glance. Poor souls. Good write. Gregg