Bird's eye loveA Poem by SleeplessVolcano
A soothing ointment, curing ancient wounds -
that's what your words are to me. Come whisper them again, like before, and I promise - this time I'll listen. I confess; I'm as stubborn as a dozen mules, but yet, you love me, despite my rock-hard foolishness. Give me another chance to open my wayward ears and drink deeply. Your hand-picked words will lift my soul once more and I'll meet you, above all of this, with a bird's eye view of morning-dew love. © 2017 SleeplessVolcanoReviews
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3 Reviews Added on July 18, 2017 Last Updated on July 18, 2017 AuthorSleeplessVolcanoAbout"In the end there doesn't have to be anyone who understands you. There just has to be someone who wants to". Robert Brault Art washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~ Pablo Pica.. more..Writing
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