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There is something beautiful in the way his fingers dance across my skin
and the shadows they leave.
 Mar 2015 Jesibell arz
Matt
I spend the day alone
I spend the month alone
I spend the year alone
Unable to do
What I would like to do

I wish I had a friend
Who is a woman

I hope there is a woman
Who would make
A small dedication poem
About how one of my poems
Made her feel

It would be fun
My love goes out
To all the kind
And compassionate women
Of Hello Poetry
 Mar 2015 Jesibell arz
Poetic T
I must write,
No I must bleed
"Maybe fingers"
Upon the page,
No,
No,
No,
This not do,
I must show
"Must understand"
What other voices
Say,
Speak,
Show,
All that which breathes
Within never in need
Of breath, but lives within me
I must, we must show all
That I, we, all that breath
Without life but speak,
The steps upstairs are
Broken, I no longer climb to the
Top we, us, trapped on different
Floors of the mind. I breath and
Speak, they talk in the silent places
"The thoughts of a shattered mind"
Never heard so clearly as now they do,
In this airless place, **whispers speak.
What keeps you going is a mystery to me.
I'm baffled and yet I'm the most creative one.
What makes you roll around with so little faith?
How do you move around without hope?
For without hope and faith
Who do you depend on truly ?
© RazanRinaldi
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