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Not for me
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Not for me |
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Honeybunch Member Rara Avis
since 2001-12-29
Posts 7115South Africa 
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Not for me to flower so the language of a woman’s soul so take the this, that, but, and then roll the words together one to come out at amazing love. Metaphorically the words ring true; there’s no telling what they do until the working brain slows down and heart takes up the reins. And heart’s no easy master, see, it skips a beat and pumps the heat, stings like a busy buzzing bee and kicks and punches in the gut. To bear the brunt of heart’s demands and stay within the fold of soul a chore too onerous I feel for people used to being free and so they jump the paddock fence with strides unmatched by love. You’ll see them there and there and there not thinking much of love and me but that’s okay because, you see; one day, one life, that master, heart will throw a noose and yank them back. Free will is such a funny thing; it makes us run, run, run, and jump! Helen / 7 July 2007 |
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paullallady Member
since 2007-04-03
Posts 262Michigan |
we are but servants to our hearts emotions. good poem. |
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Larry C
since 2001-09-10
Posts 10286United States |
Helen, The heart often creats more grief, it seems, than the head can manage. Peace. If tears could build a stairway and memories a lane, |
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