#nature
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When the Heart Weeps
Where the heart weeps is a lonely place. A dark agony persists within the abyss of pure misery. No one lives there. The coldness is deafening. When will this aching stop? Simple mourning tones in kind plunder each heart beat. As time simmers my heart’s rhythm collapses into an empty void. Yet, with a subtle touch Read more
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Civil Unrest Tangled Web
It’s easy to prolong the tones of injustice even harder to break the barriers call to creativity through the doors of justice in purity and delight. We are awesome endowed creators, travelers on this planet called, Earth. What then do we say for ourselves? Will our history continuously repeat in a dark celestial path that Read more