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Some words are like hammers ,
Blunt and heavy like lead.
They fall on your soul
Making all senses go dead.
Some words are like daggers -
Sharp and ruthless without restraint.
They leave the soul in ugly scars
To endure an unbearable pain.
Some words are like raindrops –
Tiny things that do not weigh.
But their healing softness
Washes your sorrows away.
Whence did this wound appear?
The grayish sky is bleak and low,
Merging with horizon and wiping out that line.
I’m toiling my way through the snow
Knee deep in silvery glistening shrine.
A warming thought assists my tour:
I know that there is waiting for me
My goal, my dream of the hour-
A cup of strong and sweetened tea.
Afar from me among the trees
Grey beasts of prey, a team of four,
Tread lightly in each other’s steps
With gaze intent on…Continue
My love is my anchor
That I carry inside.
It is the thing that never lets me
Into the utter darkness glide.
In busy streets I go,
My steps are quick and light.
I know you quietly follow
Invisible to anyone's sight.
Without moving lips I talk.
You silently answer, too.
Around the corner I'll finish my walk
And gift my smile to real you.
“Where are you from?” is the most frequently asked question on EC. Though I have never asked it, I always take the trouble to go to the member’s page and look for the info there.:))))
We tend to form our opinions of people based on popular stereotypes. Are you from China? Brazil? Oops, I know what you are like.
It works the other way round, too. When we meet nice people, our hearts warm towards their country of origin. So, the whole populace takes credit for one person being…Continue