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Come with me, let us journey to a place,
where words they slice troubled waters,
where sunshine pours like drops of gold,
where a person isn’tΒ judged by deeds or
past, where sorrow seems to live nor last.

Come with me, let us beyond blue yonder
tread, devour fodder that ignites our muse
long slept, where time’s uncertain and lets
loose its strings, where happiness blooms
as though Adonis in Spring.

‘Come listen to your heart and hear it sing.’


Photo credits:Β Pinterest

Posted for Fireblossom Friday @ Real Toads

also on Open Link Night @ dVerse Poets Pub

66 Replies to “Heart-song”

  1. Your sanctuary is lovely–and we poets could migrate there for residency. a beautiful port /where words slice troubled waters/, where muses awaken as needed, where sorrow has little to no dominion; smile.

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