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Richard Beevor Richard Beevor Male, 66, Cyprus (7/15/2014 3:55:00 PM)

Cry Within The Soul

Torment cries,
hearts despair,
alone to stand
on the silent street.
Willow tears,
cried within,
people talk aloud
for a lonely day to die.

Come another wasteful year,
see another falling tear,
seldom are we joined as one,
people hard and cold,
shun man and child alike,
dead to all,
remember that once
you had the chance to love,
to talk, to laugh,
a friendship lost
in a moment of silence,
broken romance
in heated rage,
so life is hard
what of personal folly,
forgive those who hurt you,
go into the street,
stand and stare at buildings
to the sky,
roam away from city sights,
find the country lane,
on gentle hills
to ponder life's treasures
the fruitful land,
lea or meadow,
mountain or dale,
call it what you will,
the home for animals grazing.

A land to enjoy,
the freedom of walking,
you are part of it,
it needs your love,
do not neglect your heart
in summers harvest,
to reap joy
just by loving earth
in happiness found,
you're free
a part of the whole
a part of nature.

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  • Gold Star - 4,663 Points Saiom Shriver (7/18/2014 12:04:00 PM) Post reply
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    an inspiring paean to positive thought and meaningful action

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