Kasia Fedyk

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  • Amir Mohammad Islami Chalandar (6/8/2014 7:02:00 AM)

    sounds really great. you are showing your emotions nice. you will have great future in poetry. i invite you to read my poems. as a friendly look.

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  • Richard Beevor (6/2/2014 10:53:00 AM)

    A beautiful sight is a beautiful poem with something distinctly original in its style, I think Kasia you have a great future ahead with your style and bold direction, well done.

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  • Richard Beevor (6/2/2014 10:48:00 AM)

    Hi Kasia, A Different Approach, good work and something I like to do too, at least I know what I'm talking about lol, nice writing lets have lots more.

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  • Waboke Ebisuomor (7/24/2012 3:10:00 PM)

    Love is in communion with ur soul.Grace adorns ur inspiration like a bridal robe.

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  • Steve Broown (7/16/2012 8:40:00 PM)

    steve has a new poem

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  • Steve Broown (7/11/2012 12:34:00 PM)

    You may be in the sunshine state; I am not your son. Don't ever contact me!

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  • Joanna Pavlides (7/7/2012 3:07:00 AM)

    beautiful heart gripping poems, great ink!

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  • Gershon Hepner (6/10/2012 12:22:00 PM)

    And love is born is a lovely conclusion to Can you Feel me? I can.

    Can you feel me?

    love

    Gershon

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Best Poem of Kasia Fedyk

Tears

A tear falls
multiplies into many

All decide to
run down both cheek
eyes of truth swim
in the crystal waters

Is it pain
or is it joy?

Which brings the waterfall
from the rainbow
of the soul

Maybe it's the heart
opening
-I don't know

whatever it may be
what a beauty to see
all tears are pure
like a dew on a leaf
they bring relief

Read the full of Tears

Why Am I Homeless?

The man can't find his path,
He wanders.
Underneath the bridge is his home
He still remembers the warmth
of his wife's arms
The tenderness of her touch
The blanket not warm enough
The empty cans he has collected next to him
He remembers her laughter