The heart has no rooms
it is a forest to get lost in
and there, when a tree falls,
the sound echoes eternally
the heart is a forest
sometimes it is dark
but even in darkness
the stars twinkle in an ebony sky
the heart has no rooms
no locked doors to imprison
but it is a forest
and it can captivate the soul
the heart is a forest
with streams so deep
sometimes we fall in
and drown in the depths
the heart is a forest
and sometimes that forest burns
but even then, after the rain
new trees start to grow again…
a forest can be fragile
a forest can be kind
a forest can be cruel
bear that all in mind…
(c) 2016 Allen wolfie Simpson
Februarie 8, 2016 at 7:10 vm
Pragtig,Wolfie!
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 7:46 vm
Dankie Perdebytjie 🙂
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 1:40 nm
So mooi Wolfie!
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 2:07 nm
Dankie C! 🙂
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:09 nm
Ja, die hart laat hom nie voorskryf nie…
Pragtig verwoord. Ek hou van die simboliek wat jy gebruik en ai, *sug* hoe verlang ek nou na die oneindigende plantasies waarlangs ons gery het…berg op en berg af ….soo mooi!!!!!!!!! ‘n Rustigheid wat daar vasgevang word.
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:27 nm
Die dig het ontstaan omdat ek dir dennewoude vsn mpumalanga mis. Ek is so bly jy hou van die simboliek. Dit maak my dag. X
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 6:51 nm
❤
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 7:19 nm
Ek hou hiervan
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Februarie 8, 2016 at 8:51 nm
Dankie baie 🙂
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Februarie 15, 2016 at 12:11 nm
Absoluut fantasties en presies hoe ek my hart voel en sien. Spesiale dankie. xx
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Februarie 15, 2016 at 12:29 nm
Plesier xxx Ek dink ook nog altyd aan my hart as ‘n woud. 🙂
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