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Record plays near bed
Dad reads to me in soft words
Soothes my cold away.
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No Word Comes Near Enough
The English language has its limits. I learned this when I became a student of the Bible and looked up the Greek and Hebrew definitions behind the Scriptures I loved. Some languages have so much more depth and power than the one I use to convey my thoughts. But, even so, I don't think any word could ever come close to describing this void and pain I am journeying through. I don't know how to swim through its murky waters.
By Shirley Belk6 days ago in Poets
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This poem made me feel calm, like recalling a childhood memory.
Awww this was so wonderful. Loved it!