It’s hard to place,
these symphony of aches,
that serenade your heart…
pulling strings,
between the dotted lines,
of abstract inhibitions.
It’s hard to place,
these symphony of aches,
that serenade your heart…
pulling strings,
between the dotted lines,
of abstract inhibitions.
I am a dreamer and a writer who loves to ponder on the words of the soul.
September 19, 2017 at 5:24 pm
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September 20, 2017 at 7:46 am
Thank you 🙂
September 20, 2017 at 3:28 pm
You are very graciously welcome.
September 19, 2017 at 11:11 pm
Beautifully written…..it is so intuitive!
September 20, 2017 at 7:47 am
Thank you so much!
September 20, 2017 at 12:43 pm
Always, Fantastic introspection of Self. 🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
September 20, 2017 at 3:34 pm
Thank you kindly!
September 22, 2017 at 12:31 pm
What we feel and what we think, that´s probably the core of it…. It is hard when they point out in different directions… Hence, the abstract inhibitions might lead under those complex circumstances. Sometimes, it is the wisest choice. Excellent my friend… Hugs 😉
September 22, 2017 at 10:24 pm
Thank you my dear Aquileana, always happy to see you and your words here!