Believed in love all my life, not just an ordinary love but one that can not come close to words, something magical, felt as if God came down and showed me how to love, to truly feel the essence and meaning of the word.
As a child even though pain comes knocking down I thrived on seeing others happy, it gave me something inside I will never forget and it remains there to this day, it only ... more »
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Kasia Fedyk Poems
A Beautiful Sight
A Beautiful sight, I've seen it once. In a lonely white room with a bed and a small chair, table on three feet in a corner holding a bouquet
What a gift it is to inspire even with no desire one heart holds another, so dear in a Glorious embrace
A tear falls multiplies into many All decide to run down both cheek
Behold your heart be still Behold the beauty be gentle
If silence is golden what are words? We all need them necessity we can't live without the language of the heart
Can You Hear? Can You Feel?
I held my tears in my palms I saw the light as they swam from my skin
I Am A Strong Woman
I am a strong woman you can see the fire burning in my eyes it's not the strength
When the sun slaps you in your face and turns it red you say;
I'm going to dance!
I'm going to dance I'm going to dance! I will see the stars
I would like some mustard with this sandwich could you dress it up with some pickles and red tomatoes
To All Of You I Love You All!
I am Blessed to know all of you your souls have touched me in such profound way You are all beautiful to me
God Bless You My Love
Honey, thank you! yesterday was a true spiritual experience with you the physical was just a particle of it I found myself in a
What would happen?
What would happen if you just let go and open your heart completely
I will meet you one day walking on petals where shadow no longer penetrates the walls of tomorrow
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A Beautiful Sight
A Beautiful sight, I've seen it once.
In a lonely white room
with a bed and a small chair,
table on three feet in a corner holding a bouquet
fortifying the air with the scent of roses
window, a small, round window
in the middle of the pale wall,
exposing messages from up above
in a form of snowflakes, falling so slowly,
a white dove sat on the ledge.
A man was fighting for his life
machine pumping air into his lungs
in a constant steady motion.
~A beautiful sight
Angel wings spread across the bed
hovering over the mans body, healing it, ...