sometimes it all just
becomes too unbearable
smile for the crowd
take that horn make it cry
as if for some healed-over wound
Writer Lynne Sargent
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Sometimes everything has to be enscribed across the heavens so you can find the one line already written inside you. Sometimes it takes a great sky to find that small, bright, and indescribable wedge of freedom in your own heart. David Whyte
"drink from the well of your self and begin again" ~charles bukowski
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I am where the valleys are deep, the mountains are high, and the wind moans through trees...
This is beautiful – thanks! Lisa
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thank you most kindly
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Reblogged this on Gave the sawdust a shake look what fell out..
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thank you for sharing my poem with your readers
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Enjoyed the Gig Paul – gigging myself at an open mic night on Friday night.
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here’s hoping you get lots of applause
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I can feel the surge of emotions in there..
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much appreciated
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brassy . . .
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Love the pic.
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me, too
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Can be extremely therapeutic…. đ
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I agree
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