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The Wounded Heart
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The Wounded Heart |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! 
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The Wounded Heart a pale suns sets without pretension the pure twilight clears the lonely mind and spirit a hundred billion galaxies touch down in the deep- forest world the bright moon rising illuminates this tiny corner of the universe this Winter land is painted in frosted moonlit shadows dark and ancient mountains reach to touch the silver clouds the evening wind sings of memories and regrets past and future hold no meaning they are a mirage within a half- remembered dream yet I see the sorrow in your eyes and my hopes of love stumble and fall how may I touch and heal your wounded heart? --- b. e. adams (1/6/2016) [This message has been edited by secondhanddreampoet (02-06-2016 09:03 PM).] |
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Margherita Member Seraphic
since 2003-02-08
Posts 22236Eternity |
Another beautifully captivating creation from you, dear Bruce. How? Words such as yours come from a heart full of grace and their healing power is immense. Your sensitivity is very touching. Love, Margherita With your wonderful words in mind I will now stop my visit on Pip for today and go visit dreamland instead. About time ... 1.12 am! Good night! "Forget every touch or sound that did not teach you how to dance." |
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secondhanddreampoet Member Ascendant
since 2006-11-07
Posts 6394a 'Universalist' ! |
once again, thank you so much Ms. M. for your most kind comments ! ... if I truly have "sensitivity" ... it stems from magnificent failure and great personal loss, etc. |
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