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Echoes of Distant Stars

Echoes of Distant Stars

                                                         It is in the darkness
                                                         and in deepest silence
                                                         the heart finds its voice.
                                                         It does not want to love in secret
                                                         between shadows and whispers                        
                                                         as clipped wings can fly no more.
                                                         Understand the language of the heart!
                                                         It doesn’t do well in anguish and woes.
                                                         Mend your broken wings
                                                         fly into the edges of the wind
                                                         and pierce through the heart of the universe,
                                                         Your soul wants to the heights soar
                                                         and listen to the echoes
                                                         of distant stars.
                                                         And you are free!
                                                         to love
                                                         to live.
                                                                
 

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Tony Taylor

Wow!!.....this is right where I am at!!....the more we
look inside ourselves.....the more we realize we are

ALL a part of the whole of the universal....so looking 
to the stars through the heart is quite profound and
right up my alley so to speak.....meditation has taken
me here... along with NDE's and etc......Beautifully
done dear poet sister!!......ALL STARS!!.....LOVE &
ROCKETS!!......T xo  : )

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you Tony! Your words are heartfelt. I have a deep respect for your work and for you as a Poet. Even if I don’t know you personally, I feel like I do, as if my eyes can pierce through the invisible glass, Your impressive collection speaks for you. 
Stay well poet brother, may you always find your “still point” . 
Warm wishes, Bernadete 

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Neville

You can beat an egg and a drum and a carpet and about the bush maybe .. but you just can't beat a bot of freedom can ya B .. Neville 

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Marion

You have a wonderful style Bernadete. This whole write to me is Solitude speaking to Soul. They say we heal in the light but I find it is the darkness that whispers in truths. 
A beautiful read x

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Bernadete van d...

They say we heal in the light but I find it is the darkness that whispers in truths. Marion dear, you just wrote a poem. Brief, straight to the point, wonderful!
Do you want to post it?

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Marion

Ah you gave me a giggle...no.lol
it's only a sentence lol...I ain't got no more to go with it...you're welcome to come up with the rest of it if you like
you're better at it than me. I'd just turn it into bitter and warp it 😁😁😆

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