Letting Life Lead
What does it feel like to hear a love’s heart song.
Doki-doki like the cooing dove’s heart song?
To capture the tune and cradle it dearest
must make it tremble-rise an octave’s heart song.
How easy once in hand to crush and mangle;
to squeeze, to ruin the da-dum of heart song.
Such thrill in tempting misfortune with soul bared
to the sharp quills in a shrapnel-gloved heart song.
Oh, for the longing of moments to caress
under the poison bells of a foxglove’s heart song!
Turn to me I plead. Hereinabove, I beg.
Hear the flutter of your ladylove’s heart song.
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Bewitching Journey of Words to Meaning
This is the story of building a cottage , the people and the place. Its a reminder of hope and love.
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Just your average PhD student using the internet to enhance their CV
Every now and then my head is racing with thoughts so I put pen to paper
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