Be Still, My Heart!
What makes your heart go pitter-patter?
Be Still, My Heart!
I’m sorry that this passion is beyond your comprehension
but you see, it must be free
it’s been lost and misplaced
but never truly forgotten
I hear it calling
softly, but persistently
it is mine – my heart, my blood, my breath
I must go, before I die
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Thank you for reading! We all have a passion within us, maybe it’s been hidden for a long time, but it’s still there. And it’s never too late! I guess this began as an idea for the “misplaced” challenge, but it became something else.
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KJ Aartila
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