When it came down to the heart
logic dispersed
for there was no pretending…
that you did not belong in these tangent tales.
When it came down to the heart
logic dispersed
for there was no pretending…
that you did not belong in these tangent tales.
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
December 11, 2016 at 7:27 am
It must be nice to have such a consistent style. Especially when it is consistently lovely.
December 11, 2016 at 7:28 am
Thank you kindly my friend. I don’t know if my style is consistent for most of my poetry are frayed thoughts of my mind. 🙂
December 11, 2016 at 7:30 am
We’ll think of them as fringes then, or feathering.
December 11, 2016 at 7:32 am
🙂 🙂
December 11, 2016 at 7:31 am
A lovely poem Neha.
December 11, 2016 at 7:32 am
Thank you so much 🙂
December 11, 2016 at 7:34 am
My pleasure
December 11, 2016 at 11:54 am
Very lovely, Neha!
December 11, 2016 at 11:54 am
Thank you so much Erika. Hope Sunday is treating you well! 🙂
December 11, 2016 at 12:29 pm
Hi, Neha ☺ Thank you, I have had a good and productive Sunday 😃 Hope you are doing good!
December 11, 2016 at 12:32 pm
good, I am glad to hear that. Sunday is going well for me too! 🙂
December 11, 2016 at 12:33 pm
Wonderful 😊💖
December 11, 2016 at 4:07 pm
Brava. 🌹🌹🌹
December 17, 2016 at 11:32 am
Thank you! 🙂
December 13, 2016 at 6:22 pm
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site and commented:
By a great lady named Neha, and she is not pretending.
December 17, 2016 at 12:15 pm
aww thank you John 🙂
December 17, 2016 at 9:44 pm
Aww, you are very graciously welcome, Neha.
December 17, 2016 at 5:55 pm
Love this, and the photo.
December 18, 2016 at 8:36 am
Thank you so much!
December 18, 2016 at 10:48 am
You’re welcome!