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What Said Be Shown

What Said Be Shown

Quiet words,
no longer found
between mindful tongue
and all feeling heart.
Actions still.....
but now,
a good time to start.

In those moments
of swift hands and caressing arms
can further the workΒ 
in attempts
at perfecting the art.

Walls to heaven
not meant to climb
when words break through
love frees troubled mind.

In so....many ways, have grown
learning what said.........be shown.

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Tony Taylor

"Love frees troubled mind.."....... hello!!..... very introspective perspective here..... felt like a beautiful struggle to be constructive........ formatting worked beautifully here bro..... revealing the process!!........ well crafted my friend!!.......ALL STARS........T xo

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Devon La Porte

Actions have to overtake words though words must set up the actions in the process of love. Tried to capture that but you know...they all don't turn out the way they sound in your head. I try lord knows lol. Thanks big bro your support and encouragement is so appreciated.

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Magdalena

Sometimes, no words are needed, there is just a knowing, a connection and nothing needs to be said.

A lovely piece Devon. :)

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Devon La Porte

Thank you Magdalena. Another valid point I did not have to say, it was shown. Peace!

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Devon La Porte

Wow thats a huge compliment and I am very flattered, thank you. Please do I really appreciate that and any feedback....it's all good. Love and peace to you.

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