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FEELINGS
What is this word called feelings,
This word that’s small yet great,
The passion of it’s meaning,
Is strong make no mistake.
We feel within our body,
Sensations from our minds,
Not always understanding,
What’s going on or why.
We love without conviction,
And feel though out or soul,
Yet hurt when we are saddened,
Still why we do not now.
Senses of the body,
Set in time to last,
Without them left a void,
That life would be a fast.
Given us for reason’s,
No man can understand,
Sensations of the seasons,
A gift that’s gave to man.
By B Kingsford Copy Write 2,002 Poetry Ad-Free Upgrades
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