Oh heart, heart, heart.
I will bury you deep below
and see what grows–
I don’t want to watch you
working, anymore.
Go cool off in a cellar.
Go improve with age.
I cannot stand your
incessant green chatter—
Go and let the sweet dark
earth take your edge off
and when I dig you out again,
I will freely offer up
your balanced sapor
to anyone who would partake—
that is, to any one
who had the patience
to wait.
ooh la la. ❤ Loving this.
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Thank you!
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What a sweet ending
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Thanks, Emma!
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I like this a lot
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Thank you!
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Heck yeah.
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🙂
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“Oh heart, heart, heart”
This poem is wonderful. I can have this as a constant reminder.
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So glad you liked it!
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Love it.
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thanks!
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Love love love it! ❤
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Thank you, Lea!
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You got us all hooked on these heart poems.
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🙂 I’m sure there will be more to come…
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