We live in a enormous world , how can we be in a large place , and be alone , how can we live in a house , don't feel at home , how can we have hands , not feel a touch , have a heart , don't know how to love , what happen to the love that runs from heart to heart , how can there be food , but yet people starve , even the sun obey its command , when it rise it knows to shine , the moon know that at night , it is to give a lesser light , some how they manage to get it just right , when a dog barks , his innate is to bite , how can this be , we are intelligent human beings , we have eyes , don't mean we are seeing , take a look around , listen closer , you will hear the sound , the world is crying out , where can love be found.
catmartan
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2b2b2 says: Tight Write....I believe it calls and answers.....ONE |
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MellanatedAngel says: great poem..love can be found inside, my opinion.. |
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catmartan says: Thank you both so kindly ! |
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mrmelody7 says: Yes indeed in reality its a cold brutal world with all the killings and barbaric cutting off of a human being head, tis no wonder the Lord destroys the world, heavy and deep writting |
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hymnagen says: Collectively, we lack humility and that will be our undoing. Nothing else in nature seems to have this problem. You framed your question beautifully. Thanks for sharing |
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