I used to be able to do this, and maybe I still do, but it is getting harder. An older poem again:
Seeing
Not with the eyes
But with the heart is all
That I desire for I am blind
My heart
Tells me
That all the things of great beauty
Dwell deep within its rooms
Those things live on
Always
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Those things of deep beauty live on always. Beautiful poem Lorraine
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Thankyou Sadje.
Like the snowdrops. And many other rhings.
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those who put pen to paper to express the deepest intention of the heart may one day hear with their hearts that they have been, for ever long periods of time, angels of change learning to effortlessly unfold their newfound wings…
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Thankyou so much George for that inspiring comment
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Very nice poem, Lorraine.🌹❤
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