Heaeken To the Heart

Hearken to me the heart because I’m the poet soup Hearken to my precious treasures, And abolish my pressure. Hearken to the heart, listen to its generosity; thou it is in the left but it is generously right. Follow the river and find the sea, locomate your heart and find the awaiting sae. Hearken to the voice of the rushing water, close your eyes and feel the flow, hearken to the heart because it forever grow. Listen to me your heart for i’m your curve, your call, your fond, your love, your center, your essence and core, and the seat of your emotion sitting in that body core.