Its disposition
would hang onto time,
wishing for a redo,
an understanding,
how sublime
is a quiet heart.
I remember filling ours
together
while the waves crashed the coast,
a lulling lullaby
of nature’s presence
in our lives.
A quiet heart remains,
always wondering why,
wishing for some indication
to swoop down
and pull me from this cry.
Instead I wander alone,
a quiet heart,
will always wonder why.
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2 thoughts on “A Quiet Heart”
The Creative Chic
You always write from a place we all wish we could write from. Incredible writing.
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a quiet man
Oh, you are very kind, it’s always from the heart
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