Sprung


Another poem that touched me. Its brilliance is in the heartfelt emotions expressed, sort of a tug and pull. This poem plucked at my heartstrings. I just had to share.

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Broken Vase

Pure
True
Uncomplicated love, you

On our backs
Looking up to the sky
Eyes of wonder
Staring back at us is life

So unprepared we are
For all to come our way
Our tiny hearts beating in time
Today I’ll hold your hand

And you promise to love me always
Even if we’re apart
Even if you hate me
And even if you make me cry

I’ll be by your side
Laughing through it the way we do
And even if I can’t reach you
Remember our healing touch

Oh, rich wells and hidden springs
That are our voices as we sing
To bring the other back to life
Resurrecting by which I’ll come

The purest of hearts
Our hearts
The purest of souls
Our souls

And with such innocence
A hold so real
A smile so real
Of which only we feel

So now I have to go
Home…

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