A heart sings, with every beat;
The beats of life. A heart
Grows no happiness
Without sadness, sometimes,
Yet it smiles from end to end.
A heart tears,
Every once in a while,
With every beat; the beats
Of days before, of nostalgia,
Saudade; o’, the love that remains!
It knows no death, it has been said—
No truth so bold, nor tears untold.
A heart burdens; a heart holds on.
A heart feels and it remembers.
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A beautiful poem, Benie! Thank you for sharing.
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Thank you too so much, Victoria! I am glad you found it so.☺
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Wondrous words!
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Thank you so much! ☺
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Very beautiful indeed
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I am glad you find it so ☺ thank you!
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You’re very welcome
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Yes though tears, sorrow, happiness and love, the heart goes on. 💙🙏🏼
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And the heart grows ☺ thank you so much! ❤
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You’re welcome 😊
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Oh, this heart is so fragile! 🙁
You have a way with words that sets hearts in motion.
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It is💔 thank you for your kind words ☺
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This is lovely in its depiction of how important it is to make friends with our own heart and how sadness and happiness are so interconnected..
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I am happy the piece spoke to you ☺. We are indeed one with our hearts and what it feels, we are. Sad and happy are as one; interconnected.
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