So it's Spring and this poem is actually pretty good.

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A quiet heart.
Lost.
Like a seed in the frozen ground.
The sun waits alittle longer.
Like a mother expecting.
It warms the air.
The breezes lift.
The heart stirs.
The sun,
Encouraged by this
Stays even longer.
Each day filled with love.
Til one day, the seed bursting with courage
Breaks from its dark room.
Into the light
Its fragile leaves lift
And then turn.
Like the face of a new born turns,
Eyes blurry,
Searching
For it's mother's voice.

A Quiet Heart

3-10-11
c anne ford

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PS If you're reading this and you repost this poem, please, remember to include the name of the poet.

It's only right.

Thanks.

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And no this doesn't really have anything to do with the poem but it's on the movie I'm watching.




And I like the song.


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