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Home is Where the Heart is

I climbed to the top of the pile of hearts Marching softly over each quivering mass As I ascended, I crushed each thought bubble Eliminating doubt Continuing up a sheltered path that swallowed my shadow Stepping over wild flowers that knew I was coming I was visited by awareness If I vaulted from this pile I could fly I leapt, soaring with a new sensation Of possessing my own wings

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 9/25/2015 7:55:00 AM
Truly great verse ! Adding this great poem to my fav list! A7
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Janet Lorenzo
Date: 9/25/2015 11:13:00 AM
thanks!
Date: 9/15/2015 10:49:00 AM
Heart and home are 2 synonymous things,liked the poem and the emotions it conveyed.
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Janet Lorenzo
Date: 9/15/2015 11:14:00 AM
thanks!