Poem -

The Art of Sensing

The Art of Sensing

can you hear a broken heart

as it`s screaming to be heard

bleeding deeply with emotion

hurt and scarred from every word

can you feel a troubled mind

as it`s pleading to be whole

needing love that`s so binding

for purity of a lost soul

can you look into weeping eyes

as they`re staring straight at you

crying from the very core

releasing pain that`s felt so true

feeling, hearing and loving

helps lower our defenses

with each emotion we learn

to love others through our senses,,,!

© Lissie Bull. 2014

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Nardine Sanderson

Wow lissie, perfect message here sweetheart, my five stars, favorite, and vote for promotion xoxo much appreciated, love to you nardine xoxo

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Lissie Bull

Thank you very much Nadine

I so wish I could get my own poetry book published.  I have over 900 poems on my blog,  so maybe one day it will happen.

I appreciate your continued support.  Lissie xoxo

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