[ID: an excerpt from ‘Poem for a Birthday: With Burning,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath
“We grow. It hurts at first.”]
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[ID: an excerpt from ‘Poem for a Birthday: With Burning,’ a poem by Sylvia Plath
“We grow. It hurts at first.”]
My heart will always be soft. I will never stop looking for the good and love in everything. You can’t take that away from me.
lanemarinho
Mountains, the Tuscan sun, seaside towns, wildflowers, fields of corn, long drives through the countryside, narrow streets, opulent churches, shrines of the Virgin Mary, pasta, pizza, and wine. Nights by the sea, strolls in medieval castles, rolling hills, Italian men, frescoes, the sun setting at 9 pm, children playing football in the street, cafes, poppies, white dresses, copper tans, a sparkling ocean, laughter in the dark, kind smiles in little shops, church bells, the Italian tongue, rosy cheeks, French boys, the Swiss Alps, and feeling at home in a foreign country.
///I wish I could read in a field of sunflowers///
to work earnestly, to speak kindly <3