For Every

For every heart there is a musician that can play the strings just right,
For every day there is light,
For every bird there is flight.

For every hand fits a glove that can block out the cold,
For every young there is old,
For every crease there is a fold.

And if our souls should ever part,
A tide of grief would flood my heart.

Comments

  1. Carrie Van HornAugust 12, 2010 at 10:09 AM

    You are so very talented in so many ways...your beautiful poetry always reflects your beautiful and strong heart! :-)

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  2. redprismaAugust 12, 2010 at 2:14 PM

    lol you're making me smile/blush.

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  3. JinksyAugust 13, 2010 at 10:21 AM

    For every heart there's a musician
    who can play the strings just right...
    I quite agree!

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  4. AnonymousSeptember 8, 2010 at 11:17 PM

    Yeah- pretty thought provoking.. I was lost in vivid images in my mind..
    And if our souls should ever part,
    A tide of grief would flood my heart.

    I feel pretty painful to look away- if I have to.. more often than not- I am made to..

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