MY HEART
The waves are dancing playfully
As if they heard the flute in a forsaken cabin.
It was a moment,
And the entire story was within seconds.
In my hand,
A blue rose of a sad past,
Had a fresh smell of giving up,
And the heart that won’t accept living.
I am looking at the red rose in your hands,
Shaped with my love,
But you are giving it to another.
My heart,
I promised you my heart.
So I won’t cry
biljanazovkic 
I can so relate, every time I give my heart it’s always given away. Beautiful, as always 🙂
Thank you ,Andy ,so much …it’s a new spring ,new days 🙂
Here’s to many more 🙂
“My Heart” but I am also thinking “Heartfelt.”
And ,i hope, a hint of a colorful days ahead 🙂
Yes.
that’s a beautiful painting
Thank you so much 🙂
OMG!!! THIS IS PERFECT BB!!!!!! woot woot! lol 🙂
Big,perfect Thank you DD 😉
I like reading and writing poems but sadly I do cry 😦
That would be God given …we all do…its good for inspiration 🙂
I thank you.
Your poetry is awesome i also enjoy all your photo art
I appreciate your awesome comment :)..Thank you so much!!!
Pretty image. The words really had an impact and effect on me. It is one of your best poems! Keep writing your heart out : )
Thank you so much maryam for such wonderful comments 🙂
Love your poems art bold, original art. Thanks for liking my post ‘ soliloquy’. Good luck with your books
Thank you very much :)..Really good post…looking forward to read more 🙂
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