#painedheart

[yesimmortalspiritblog]

Utilized “The Ache of Saudade” prompt @poets_area tagged @nobullheart ~ Thank you Denise for the tag. Lovely and inspiring prompt!🥂🌹 Poem in caption📜

~ Pained Heart ~

Gnawing somber of emotion wide as turquoise oceans. Higher than white doves fly over peak of mountains.

Sad and lonely hearts long for what is missing. Truly, you are the wisdom to its answer. Pained heart belongs to His comforting bosom. Pursue adoration and weave harmonic motion.

The link to acceptance is the golden silk of love that pours from Heaven above. In the meadows of morning glories listen to the hymns of their story. Or clasp His outstretched hand or lend an ear upon His heart and listen to His song. This makes for a grand slam of miracles into souls universe.

Dance hand in hand on the land of glistening waters where there are no such thing as missing links.

You are a mystic in your own right, a sea of energy and dancing light. You can talk to your cells and heal the ache of saudade. Let pained heart dissipate into the mist of the sun. 🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋🦋 🕊Author ~ Lorenza Palomino @godzillionloveandlight . . .

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[busaridwan-blog]

In four poetic lines In the Pricky vines And rough edges that needs refine Does the pained heart Recline @busaridwan #painedheart #lostlove

[memories29]

Perfect Storm

So now, as grown ups, we don’t know each other. We feel like we have nothing to do with each other, while two years ago we were singing poems to the full moon. If only we could go back to those days when birds used to wake us up with the soft sing they made, and i had realized that we were going to fall apart this way, i’d have thrown everything away and i’d have just followed you anywhere. Or not. Because in the end of the day, if it wasnt meant to be, it wouldnt have been so it wouldn’t have been worthy at all. But i refuse to keep you as a stranger sheet, a lonely sentence, a deaf sing, because im not that mean to make you think you meant nothing because actually you were everything, I breathed because of you. At least i learned how to live without breathing and how to survive in a universe where i dont belong to, with animals awaiting for the weakest fall.