Blank pages descend
Like feathers
To the floor.
Tattered souls
Echo memories,
Lost in tragedies
Of unspoken words.
Children laugh
In muted tones.
Tears from a
Single mother
Flood hearts,
In need of healing.
Let me be
Pure.
WOW. I love the images here, you made me really -see- what you meant by pure with such vivid examples. I have no criticism to give. I like writing that is concise and carries as much impact as possible, and you very much succeeded there. Good read.
i enjoyed the imagery (naff adjective, but am lazy just right now, lol) -
'blank pages fall like feathers to the floor'
the thing i like best, is 'let me be pure'.
BUT you are pure, my friend! stop wallowing :)
nicholas, wake up tomorrow and notice the love that surrounds you at all times. notice it, then catch it. bring it into your focus until it becomes the centrepiece on your mantle. it is there for you - not just romantic love, but love of all kinds, good stuff and everywhere.
btw, not sure if this falls into the category of 'thoughts' feedback, but i want to leave these words for you and so, i will ;)
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