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THE SONGS OF THE ACHING HEART

THE SONGS OF THE ACHING HEART

                             
                                In the anguish of searching for the Self
                                She stumbles in the dark
                                Tripping over her own toes
                                Looking for the broken parts,
                                Not seeing that who she is,
                                Is already written on the pages 
                                And blinded only by her eyes.
                                By listening to the songs echoing
                                In the depth of her aching heart
                                And believing in herself,
                                She sets the notes free.
                                                                

                        
                                                                

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sparrowsong

Hello Bernadette...

I would have preferred toes...

I think...

Great write!

Thank you for sharing...

sparrowsong

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Neville

I am greatly pleased to have stumbled upon these words today but even more so, to see that you are regularly posting .. write on my friend and always ..

All Good Things, Neville :) 

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Shirley Harrison

I'm a fan of self love and belief and I believe every note will be hit perfectly  beautiful. 🌹

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E.J. Waling

Self exploration is a never ending quest. At my age 72 I’m only just beginning to me as others do.
Well done.

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Bernadete van d...

Self exploration? You said much better than me on yours Endless Voyage. Thank you for reading my work, always much appreciated. 

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