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The Soul Has It's Own Language We can all share the sunshine but I’ll feel my own rain without an umbrella ( I never liked those things) It’s how I dance through all the weather free spirit in faded blue jeans No diamonds, no pearls no one really needs those to feel like a girl It’s a recipe of elements to stir and shake a soul Who can move to a rhythm of a song they’ve never known |
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This Poem was Critiqued By: Lora Silvey On Date: 2016-04-05 17:05:34
Critiquer Rating During Critique: 1.00000
Deni, this is truly excellent. The short lines, the gentle cadence dances the reader down the page with ease. Awe, yes truly the soul has its own language and you've struck on the very essence of what that can be. I like the stance you've taken with this and the firmness of conviction. Excellent. Lora