this grief sits heavy at the feet of my soul,
and fear stirs butterflies all the way through me,
but it's the beauty,
the love
and the miracle of it all
that feels as if it must break my heart
into 6 billion little pieces of you. xo
love it..
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Pleasing pieces of morning
ReplyDeleteThis poetry
a plumb
suckle on my heart
honey from
human hands
a container
a heart sweet all the way through
the "secret formula".
You are lovely. You posted a comment on my blog,(Daily Truths of The Odd kind) a long time ago. I haven't posted for a long time, till today. I was drawn to your blog via your old comment. I read your bio and we have some things in common. If you can I would like to talk with you a bit, find me at (bluemarkco@gmail.com). I have another blog I neglect too, perhaps you may visit it. please reach out to me, I'm not needy just interested, really. I hope to hear from you soon, I will try to look in from time to time even if you don't write me. Nice stuff really.
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