Press your pen against your temple,
poised above the pages,
hang your heart out with the Gods,
meadow larks, mountains, and seas.
Give birth to ruins existing inside
where the deepest and darkest hide.
Let the falls flood your fears
and foam the roman fountains
into the ย eyes of marble angels
across the turquoise ocean
beneath your golden palm.
Wipe grains of sand from
your vinho verde eyes.
Place your pen into the indigo and rest.
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~Heartafire~


Morgan has graciously allowed me to post a poem to Booknvolume, I hope you enjoy this. Thank you Morgan, it is a pleasure to be included today.
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amazing and so beautiful post…
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Thank you so much!
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Reblogged this on House of Heart.
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Absolutely stunning.
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Thank you Lucy!
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A pleasure as always!
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Oh Holly, you are truly an angel.
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Ah! that’s really sweet.
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Ah! You are a sweet lady.
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Beautiful poem Holly.. And a well deserving place for it to reside.. xxx
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Sue, thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed my ode to all of you crafters of beautiful art. xxx
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I did.. ๐ And I hope you know how creative you are yourself.. ๐ never forget that.. ๐
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