Poetry speaks loud like thundering voices railing against injustice, hate, and bigotry.
Poetry speaks softly like a gentle breeze and the caress of new love blossoming in springtime.
Poetry speaks in echoes, mimicking ancestors' call from the grave, reminding us of despair and the hope running through our veins.
Poetry is silent, leaving us alone in our thoughts searching for expression, like stars that need not words.
Poetry is like the Balm of Gilead, providing solace to the grieving heart in time of need.
Poetry speaks to us all, across cultures, tongues, and time, intricately binding us together through shared experience.
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Michele Thomas
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I'm Michele, a native of Philadelphia currently living in Ohio. I teach English as a second language to elementary students from all over the world. My passions are developing my relationship with God, family, writing, and traveling.
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