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Poems

I WISH I WAS A LINGUIST



O to be fluent in the language of silence.
The still small voice in a raging storm,
A broken heart in a crowded room.
To search a haystack and find the needle,
Through the maze so others might follow.
Discovering provision, treasure map of life,
The gold that forms from the pain and strife.
Hearing your voice in the clamour and throng,
The language of silence is my song.

It’s time to live again

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Poems

I SEE YOU



I see you in the darkest pit,
In a broken body, which doesn’t fit.
I see you on the very edge,
Always caring with nothing left.
I see you, your servant heart,
Preferring others is your art.
I see your passion, infectious smile, your random thoughts and unique style
I see your anger, that frustrated look, not living life by the book
Your questioning mind that worshipping beat
Standing long in the battles heat

I see you

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Paintings

Abundance

Abundance