half my heart flies away
raw and restless
as the other part stays
an unburdening
a letting go imagines
a solemn release
an exactitude meaningfully
inside spaces of silence
speaks to us more perspicuously
than words alone ever did
half my heart flies away
raw and restless
as the other part stays
an unburdening
a letting go imagines
a solemn release
an exactitude meaningfully
inside spaces of silence
speaks to us more perspicuously
than words alone ever did
Mark, I absolutely love this. I can feel the ache in it. ❤️
Love to you Carisa ღ
Thank you ❤️. I hope you know you truly are one of my absolute favorite people. 😉
#blushinghumble 🙂
Always sending to you too! (((Hugs))))
(((BEAR HUGS))) ❤
The heart is a curious thing. It never really dies, just splits and mends again, relentless. Be well Mark 🙂
Thank you Geetha 🙂 Wishing you a wonderful day ღ
Welcome and you too Mark 🙂
ever did…
or ever could. Your writing is mature, with certain direction. I like it.
I got here from pixie’s place.
Thank you Faith…I appreciate the kind words.