Sept 1

September 2, 2017 § 2 Comments

for the start…

the sense of heart

is best kept, not within,

but without, aloud,

when we’re born we can’t speak

but we sense, we share,

perhaps, when we find our voice

do we forget how to feel? sense? care?

Tagged: beginning, birth, life, love, poem, poetry, rosepoems, shannoncummings, speak, truth, write, writer

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