Expressions Of The Soul.

Expressions Of The Soul. short poem

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Words are explosions of mind,
Emotions of a heart,
Expressions of the soul,
Striking like a thunderbolt.

Words are waves,
The tides of emotions,
That create ripples in the soul,
While surfing over them.

Words expand beyond consciousness,
To realm of the unknown,
Portraying wildest of feeling and emotions,
Giving a new lease of life.

Words are food for the soul,
They melt the heart,
With a yearning,
In a sea of paralyzing waves.

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ammu sachariah

well written Geetha. Words can make magical changes in us.


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