Feel the heat
Transpired from your heart
Intricate beats from delicate wings
Fluttering around my mind
Planting seeds that grow into words
Sprouting strength the world has never heard
Strength to endure the coming winter
Strength to endure the passage of time
We’re not growing younger
But the world seems to spin ever slower
Trying to hold my breath
And catch up with the circus
The revolving door has no entrance
Only an exit
The grave can be an ending
Or glorious beginning
The word strips me of spirt and soul
Body and breath
All for the sake of its collection
Of zombies and ogres
So with the last pages of heartspeak
I hope to give you warmth and light
Before we run out of time
This, so resonated with me !
Beautifully written.
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I’m so glad it did. Thank you 😀
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Yes, it was like we have to seize and cherish every moment before it’s gone. 💙
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Yes, it feels like “YOLO” You only lived once so we have to seize, delicate and cherish every moment in our life. 💙
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