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Poetry God and Me


Poetry, God and Me

You have been there with me
To tell me
How I feel exactly,
When my thoughts get chaotic
My words become melodic
And I feel at peace
When I’ve had my release
Of words
God gave you to me
My own personal gift from thee
Its been a constant thing
Ritual expressions of feelings
Its my own cosmic escape
My only way to relate
To me
My own personal gift from thee

Written By: Melinda Y. Sanders
2010 ©

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