Once my heart was appraised
worth more than a van Gogh
but now it’s worthless
as a dying star.
Truth is hard to swallow
alone
and asking once again
is this how it shall be
until death
places us together
again.
Once my heart was appraised
worth more than a van Gogh
but now it’s worthless
as a dying star.
Truth is hard to swallow
alone
and asking once again
is this how it shall be
until death
places us together
again.
Beautiful poem and I love the photos .
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Thank you very much..
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You’ve created a light filled beauty 💫
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Thank you 💫🌻
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Wonderful!❤️
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Thank you kindly 🌻
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