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| welcome to my world. Poetry by Thea van Doorn |
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| Love Love is it the way I feel? Touch, think, caress, Could it be the way I speak? Is it a state of mind? The mind, is it the way I feel, touch, think, or see Could it be the way I speak? Is it my brain or my heart? The way, I love, feel, Touch, think, caress, Speak, or see, my mind, My heart, my brain, it is me. |
| The storm by Thea van Doorn Ride the storm my darling You know you have to, go with the flow, Let the waves cleanse your soul, It is the only way to go. The fear and the angst It took a hold of you and your scared, I understand,I want to be there for you, However no matter what, you must carry the load Believe the angels are holding you up, Your angel is strong, and will guide you, Trough all the battles of your life, Keep faith in your selves, and in God. |
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| TO LATE by thea van doorn I am tired; I am ready to give up, I have had enough, of disrespect of poison handed to me in the form of put downs,being told what to do ,what to say, how to act, how to behave, I am tired and intensly sad. Once I had big dreams for you and for me, My dreams are disappearing. The dreams are getting smaller everyday. The hopes of ever seeing them come true. I can not breath, the life is draining out of me. The belongings, I so love, are destroying me, I am so tired, so very exhausted, Our dreams are fading fast,when will there be Peace for all? food for all? love for all? Grab the moment now,or it will be to late. |
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