Oh, heart of the world that I know so well!
Whisper to me of your woeful sorrows.
Secrets and lies filled with hatred from hell,
You may tell them to me or the sparrows.
Hark, oh soul of the earth on which I tread!
Please paint for me a picture of your joys.
Hugging and kissing around the child's bed,
Happiness and laughter around the toys.
Listen to me now, oh mind of the land!
Tell me the tales from many years ago.
Speak of kings who ruled with an iron hand,
Tell of queens who spoke mildly of a show.
The thoughts of man whisper to me of love,
And the voices of man call from above.
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Mind's Tales
PoetryIf you're one of those folks that think that all poems need to rhyme, I'm sorry. In any case, this is a simple collection of poems. A few of them rhyme. But most of them don't.
