Heaeken To the Heart
Hearken to me the heart because
I’m the poet soup
Hearken to my precious treasures,
And abolish my pressure.
Hearken to the heart, listen to its
generosity; thou it is in the
left but it is generously right.
Follow the river and find the
sea, locomate your heart and
find the awaiting sae.
Hearken to the voice of the
rushing water, close your eyes and
feel the flow, hearken to the heart
because it forever grow.
Listen to me your heart for i’m your curve,
your call, your fond, your love, your
center, your essence and core, and the
seat of your emotion sitting in
that body core.
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