The Soul’s Language


Graham Gercken, Autumn Solitude
Graham Gercken, Autumn Solitude

The Soul’s Language

The jovial smile,

On the face of a young one

Brightens like the sun


Tears on the cheek

Of a mother in mourning

Grief pours down like rain


The heartfelt embrace

Midst brothers long divided

Ocean waves merging


The passionate kiss

Shared by two long lost lovers

Thunderous lightning 


Endearing words 

whispered by a handsome man

Tastes of luscious fruit


Gentle soothing touch

Of the frail and wrinkled hand

Soft like down feathers


Our deepest feelings

A metaphor of Nature

Language of the soul

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