I have many faces
Sister, Daughter, Student, Friend,
I show each face to one person,
and no other,
And no two faces are exactly the same.
Each face is beautiful,
or virtuous,
Or perhaps, it is sweet or kind.
Am I in each face?
Or does every face lie dormant within me?
Tell me, What is the face I show to me?
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Songs of Silence
PoetryReading a poem touches something in us. Something far deeper than the loud, fickle mind, which quickly hates or applauds and then forgets. It touches the very soul of our being, that silent part of us, that can truly feel, without judgement or opini...
