Empty Corners

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    Empty Corners

    Empty Corners
    The room seemed so small 
    scarcely a corner at all,
    lonely echoes resounded
    quietly bouncing, wall to wall.

    With a heavy heart in his chest
    his mind came to grips,
    the words quietly fell
    with a sigh from his lips.

    How big is the room
    he ventured a guess,
    my guitar in the corner
    my Bible on the chest?

    The question was raised
    my mind left to impart,
    could he fill these empty corners
    of my hollow, starving heart?

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    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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