We have only one heart yet the heart holds all four seasons inside. Winter can be a time of solitude. Spring a time of carefree fancy. Summer a time of fun and youthfulness and Autumn our souls take flight. Our hearts can survive the harshest of winters only to breathe in the sweetest scents of spring. There is a stillness inside all of us. Whether we choose to stop and listen to it, not everyone knows how. Poetry is used to express this stillness inside of us and fill the spaces between us with the words we are unable to ...
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We have only one heart yet the heart holds all four seasons inside. Winter can be a time of solitude. Spring a time of carefree fancy. Summer a time of fun and youthfulness and Autumn our souls take flight. Our hearts can survive the harshest of winters only to breathe in the sweetest scents of spring. There is a stillness inside all of us. Whether we choose to stop and listen to it, not everyone knows how. Poetry is used to express this stillness inside of us and fill the spaces between us with the words we are unable to say. Poetry can take us to a vulnerable place inside, allowing us to experience our innermost turbulence in the gentlest of ways. Our hearts speak to us every day, listen carefully to what it has to say. Come with me on this journey of the heart. The seasons of my heart and yours. "Pay attention to what speaks to your heart." n.r. hart
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