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Pensive Mood

Pensive Mood

My heart won’t liberate my spirit,
because it is afraid it doesn’t come back,
If I don’t set love free
it is because too much love clings in me,
If I don’t look up and soar
It is because I am afraid of heights,
and that my wings might get clipped
if I dare to set my dreams too high,
But it doesn’t mean I am not going to try.       
 

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Neville

That's the true Budo spirit shining through .. Stay free stay well & write on Bernadete it really suits you .. Neville 

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Bernadete van d...

May the Budo spirit be with you,
Neville.
I appreciate your words,
now and always.
Bernadete 
 

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Ian William

Brevity with depth and brilliance Bernadete. Fear of the unknown is a powerful obstacle. But like you demonstrate in the last line; endeavour is the key. 

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Bernadete van d...

Dear Poet Ian, I feel very fortunate for receiving your kind words and deep thoughts.
Take good care of yourself,
Bernadete 
 

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Fairy Tales

A new day dawns. And new dreams are born. Beautiful Verse. 

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2 MUCH - 2 LOVE

i dare not to sway the winds to catch a flight,
love this one,
Bernadete,
 

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Bernadete van d...

…and I really like your words, 2 Much 2 Love.
Thank you for the visit and take care. 
Bernadete 

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John Loopstra

Let the spirit soar, the connection to the heart is never lost, dreams can never be clipped, so way to go for trying. Life is too precious to waste... Good one

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Bernadete van d...

Life is too precious to waste. That’s right, John. That’s right!
I really like your words here. Thank you!
Bernadete
P.S.  Pardon my tardiness in replaying.

 

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Nine Eleven

Try Bernadete, please keep trying, you won't be disappointed, sometimes enlightenment can cause a great sadness because we feel so different from everyone else, but light is infectious, infect. 

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Bernadete van d...

Light is infectious indeed! 
Happy to have you here, Nine
Eleven.
Take care,  B 

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Marion

You nailed it with the last line! A feeling of hopelesness all through and then...bang!!
That Last line. Perfect. Hugs x

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