it comes warms
but can run cold
it can dry
but comes out in a liquid rush
we all have lots
some fear the site of it
some crave the site of it
for it is so beautiful
its beauty can not be duplicated
everyone’s has a shade of its own
so beautiful
so deep
so rich
so perfect
it may not be strong
for it can be destroyed
but without it you can not last
for without it you are nothing
for you would be destroyed
it is your power
it is your life
it is your blood
it is you
Robert Frost
(1874 – 1963)
William Shakespeare
(1564 – 1616)
Maya Angelou
(1928 – 2014)
Pablo Neruda
(1904 – 1973)
Emily Dickinson
(1830 – 1886)
Langston Hughes
(1901 – 1967)
Rabindranath Tagore
(1861 – 1941)
William Wordsworth
(1770 – 1850)
Shel Silverstein
(1930 – 1999)
William Blake
(1757 – 1827)
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