Hungry

A Poem by Liana

Hungry mouths to feed.

Feeding the soul…

The mind…

My creativity so my hand can move…

My actual stomach… although he sometimes gets forgotten…

A cat…

And the others.

For people starving and in pain…

My own starving heart feeds them with empathy and love…

My hand will always be moving and I only have one left…

To feed…

And so the cats bowl is empty.

© 2012 Liana

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Muse	starving words from a hungry writer...a divine read indeed. Posted 13 Years Ago starving words from a hungry writer...a divine read indeed. Rating /100

....	powerful and sad, well written Posted 13 Years Ago powerful and sad, well written Rating /100

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Added on June 26, 2012
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Liana

Sydney , N.S.W, Australia

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A rusty window, a jagged old wine bottle, white lilies vibrating with Vivaldi and a pot I dislike filled with flowers I do… this is enough to stir the inspiration inside my waters and it pours .. more..