I can feel the deepness. Nothing you say or do, but, it is there. How weird is that?
I am happy life has sorted itself and worked through. Always leftover pieces. Always. God Bless you, woman.
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I can feel the deepness. Nothing you say or do, but, it is there. How weird is that?
I am happy life has sorted itself and worked through. Always leftover pieces. Always. God Bless you, woman.
I am often told that about deepness. I say I'm an old soul, I suppose, but that's apparently where the poetry flows from. Perhaps it makes me more approachable by some. We are such complex beings, aren't we?
God bless you, dearest.
Perhaps, but, I have a feeling that it is just you. The poetry flows from the depth of your hell, but, I am sure it has evolved over time as you have allowed for an emotional wash of your heart take place.
Complex indeed I never wanted to grow up. Being a kid was so much more fun. :)
Yes! I remember roaming the woods and hills with no more thought than what new adventure lay ahead. ❤
Ah, yes. Those were the days and we didn't even realize it.