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Sandra Roberts May 15, 2018 at 7:10 AM Lovely thought. Here is one of my poems along the same lines: Start Slowly Sandy Roberts Start slowly, close in. Instead of reaching out, reach in; Remember where you’ve been. No other hand shares your fingerprints; No one else feels the passion inside your skin; Start slowly, close in. Only your heart knows the hunger in your veins; No other soul knows your secret name. Remember where you’ve been. No other tongue can speak your dreams No one else was given your gifts to tend. Start slowly, close in. Only you can write your pain No one else can hold your pen Remember where you’ve been. Let stillness hear the the voice within; Quietly sing the melody of your soul; Start slowly, close in. Remember where you’ve been. Reply ↓
Lovely thought. Here is one of my poems along the same lines:
Start Slowly
Sandy Roberts
Start slowly, close in.
Instead of reaching out, reach in;
Remember where you’ve been.
No other hand shares your fingerprints;
No one else feels the passion inside your skin;
Start slowly, close in.
Only your heart knows the hunger in your veins;
No other soul knows your secret name.
Remember where you’ve been.
No other tongue can speak your dreams
No one else was given your gifts to tend.
Start slowly, close in.
Only you can write your pain
No one else can hold your pen
Remember where you’ve been.
Let stillness hear the the voice within;
Quietly sing the melody of your soul;
Start slowly, close in.
Remember where you’ve been.
I love this, Sandy. So deeply true.