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no poems, no words,
no man made thought;
could describe what I feel,
emptiness without you,
the stinging of your words
when you say good-bye
alive with you,
the joy when you say hello
lost and alone,
not knowing what is to come
unsure, confused,
knowing only what you say
seeking for the light to guide my way,
seeing the darkness around me..
choosing paths on intuition alone,
heading somewhere unknown,;
hoping only to find you there...
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first steps, first breaths,
each triumph my own
with pride I see his every move,
from babe to nearly man,
helping him along,offering a hand,
till one day he has his own, child by his side
and then he'll know with all his heart,
the pride I feel in mine
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Friends are those who stand by your side
holding your hand and comforting..
taking all things along in stride..
offering words of silence
to mend your wounds
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