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By: Sharmay Mitchell

The Poem

Finger on the pulse, feels beat of life’s rhythm.
Patience with time, is the value of love given.
Permanent, physical roof over head,
makes sleep sound and safe the bed.
Hands planting seeds with hope for the growing.
Open is the mind that longs for the knowing.
If one could decipher hearts as music sheet is read.
more compassion would spill forth from words said.

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