Soul Pressed Poetry

Poetry that comes from our soul.

you speak of truth (10 March 2011)

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you speak of truth
like someone had written it
on the back of your hand

I wish I could draw the galaxy there
so you would know truth
is not a set of words

but the space between
every cell and star
as they rest

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  1. I loved this – especially the first two stanzas – who could argue with such wisdom? Not even a fool would try; only perhaps an ignorant.

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