Poems from feltright
It is seen in the child who is filled with innocence.
It is seen when they share with another.
It is seen when they care for a friend.
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There is change on the horizon.
The wind carries it to my door.
It is time to enlighten.
It is time to end the war.
There is change in...
Many hands hold up the world,
Few hands crumple under the weight.
Many hands fold in prayer,
Few hands shake with anger.
Many hands...
I AM…
I was a caterpillar
Each day I existed; my life meaningless and without purpose
All I had was a desire to eat
I bit into Satan’s...