When you read my words
you don't see the lines on the page
but the curves and contours
of the woman I could have been -
a hastily scribbled outline
of who I could become
if only someone could see past the letters.
And when your hand brushes across
the indents in the page
it is almost as though
you dip your fingertips into my mind
and pull out what you see in me -
no longer a tangled mess,
but an intricate web
of fine details
and deep thoughts
that nobody else quite understood.
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Author:
Hazel Kaye (
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And to each and every reader you give an opportunity to look into your soul through eyes beyond your imagining.
Sometimes here on mps i read something which touches deep inside and inspires me. Today, just now you posted something, i read it, and that just happened. Thank you so much.
Your poem goes into my favourites, please read something of mine.
Those words on the page show us who you are as we who write show our lives to others.
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