broken shards, they penetrate the dusky walls of a sinking heart… I miss home…
honesty, oh honesty, why do I miss you so, you’d fold me warm, and hold me tight, and tell me what I know… simplicity, simplicity, soft, just the way to be, leaves in the night, and yellow light, what delightful things to see…
Ceaselessly Sinking In Aesthetic Art & Mediocre Metaphors
The scars of my soul bleed through words in the form of poetry.
Singer, teacher and creative sharing what’s inspiring me to sing, to write, and to create a more meaningful, more beautiful life.
Where The Eagles Fly . . . . Art Science Poetry Music & Ideas
Within the well of silence , are thoughts that awaken the soul.....
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Gentle as a whisper. Heartfelt.
I love this image and your words. Like a kind of burrowing: soft, gentle and secretive. Beautiful!
Thank you for the kind reading. I especially like the ‘secretive’… 🙂