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A million lives, beneath a single sky.....

Though our feet leave different prints,our tongues sound different words,
there's a mirrored rhythm in the beating of our hearts.

Though born in different worlds, our eyes sharpened 'neath different moons,
there's an unspoken truth in the warmth of our touch.

We may walk in different strides and dream different dreams,
we may speak in different voices, maybe swim in different streams.

It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through,
that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you.


  1. inner connection is divine, well done.

  2. You have an amazing way with words ... thanks for sharing these gems ... I really enjoyed it !

  3. it has a delicate and sensitive tone in the way it shows that those who are different can still get along. sweet.

  4. Your poem sounds similar to my own, "Communion". You have a gentle hand.

  5. Zongrik, mindsinger, Neni-- Thanks!

  6. Lovely poetry, "It's plain to see, when dark night falls, as all the stars shine through,
    that underneath it all, there's no difference 'tween me and you." very good strong statement!

  7. That's a nice way of bridging the assumed chasm in our differences. Very well written! Simple yet profound, short yet full of depth.

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    (¯`*•.¸♥♫ ♫ B░E░A░U░T░I░F░U░L ♫ ♥¸.•*´¯*♥

  9. This touched my heart beautifully. In essence, no difference :)

  10. Beautiful, deep, and oh so true. If only we all thought like that, the world would be a much brighter place.
    The Lonely Recluse.

  11. Wonderful. I see why you should be recognized for your work.

  12. Hi E.A.S.--this was my drawing which Jingle picked up! It is so interesting to see what people have written about it. A very sweet poem. K.


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