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Grain of Life

I am a sensitve soul
Only one heart to hold
With time I wither
My life coming down to a sliver
But I'll never grow old

I'll come to be the cinder
thats spread across your fingers
But still this heart I hold is limber

I fall
Far and deep
For this mound I pull to my sides is quite steep
Molding to the stiching of the land
Simple as I am
Refined sand
My power under minded
My witts undecided
Forever the upper hand
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Posted: Nov 2012

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Odette67
I am a sensitve soul
Only one heart to hold
With time I wither
My life coming down to a sliver
But I'll never grow old

Excellent poem. thumbs up purple heart
niah9
Different to many here, yet well written, and refreshing......Kathyyay
indigone213
awww thank you for your kind words ladies blushing
Fellsman
Hi Indigo

Indeed you are a sensitive soul! I like this wistful narrative...

Regards

Bill gift
elo69
nice write,a very pleasant read with such smooth tones to the thoughts and rhythms.....elo... wave
morgen90210
One of your better poem that catches our attention...keep it coming sensitive soul gal.heart wings
indigone213
I am soo glad you guys enjoy it,thank you for all your comments. I am new to the poetry side of this site, and I love it soo far. Everyone is soo warm and creative! teddybear
Poetnumber1
One word...''brilliant''love it.bouquet
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