the way the poeple talk, walk, and smile, <br />is how the they show the fellings caught, <br />up inside the heart, <br /> <br />the devil has gained control of, <br />the soul and mind, <br /> <br />the mood has flip upside down, <br />ease the clouds of dust, <br /> <br />the sidewalks and roads are painted, <br />with gold plated leaves, the eyes, <br />can see the pain and hurt, <br />that goes around and around, <br /> <br />as stroke of a the hand the care of, <br />a arm warmth of the toutch, <br />can bring happiness to the world, <br />and man and all<br /><br />Sharron Stephenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-clouded-devil/
