Poem about hunger for love, acceptance, respect, peace and friendship.

Crying to be accepted

to be understood

a passionate hunger for respect

an invisible truth.

 

Seeing black

not a stranger to red 

experiencing blue

pain in multitudes 

within the heart and head.

 

How love is a gift of gold

a quest for peace

sharing friendships with sensitive souls

playing with the leaves of trees

to open a heart’s door

love is the key.

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  • Vinaya says good bye on Mar 18, 2012

    True indeed, poets have sensitive soul. They can feel and make others feel.

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