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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.


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  1. Linda Bob Grifins Korbetis HallJuly 24, 2011 at 10:04 PM

    inner connection is divine, well done.

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  2. AnonymousJuly 25, 2011 at 8:34 AM

    Like it.

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  3. MISHJuly 25, 2011 at 1:48 PM

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

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  4. David MacaulayJuly 25, 2011 at 3:33 PM

    ah - nice, inspiring post e.a.s.

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  5. e.a.s. demersJuly 25, 2011 at 7:21 PM

    Aw, thanks guys!!! :-)

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  6. AnonymousJuly 25, 2011 at 7:39 PM

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

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  7. mindsingerJuly 25, 2011 at 8:08 PM

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

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  8. NeniJuly 25, 2011 at 8:45 PM

    nice poem... :)

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  9. e.a.s. demersJuly 25, 2011 at 11:20 PM

    Zongrik, mindsinger, Neni-- Thanks!

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  10. AnonymousJuly 26, 2011 at 1:22 AM

    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!

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  11. AnonymousJuly 26, 2011 at 4:40 AM

    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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  12. AnonymousJuly 26, 2011 at 10:18 AM

    wonderful message.

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  13. Helena WhiteJuly 27, 2011 at 7:55 AM

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

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  14. AnonymousJuly 28, 2011 at 6:55 AM

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

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  15. AnonymousJuly 30, 2011 at 12:40 AM

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

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  16. AnonymousJuly 31, 2011 at 3:49 PM

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

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  17. AnonymousNovember 1, 2011 at 5:52 AM

    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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