Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

nothing so sweet (22 Oct 2007)

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Sorrow points to the empty
heart where love did flow
she cries in the movement

of space. She feels emptiness
and points to it as loss
Will I ever touch such exquisite beauty

again she laments, and so the separation begins
But I remind you;
that emptiness is nothing

more than emptiness
it does not need a new name
like Loss

which so innocently attached itself
to your story
Emptiness is what your soul needs

to return to, hold simply to what is
and dance with this
here, there is Nothing so sweet

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