The foil hearts flutter, pierced by crimson string
The bell above the door emits a piercing ring:
My own heart flutters.
The February wind will walk me home.
My February winded heart will roam.
Why having heart that fills with such turmoil?
I'd rather turn it into heart of foil.
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Salomé Saffiri
Writing - is my purpose. I feel elated when my thoughts assume shapes, and turn into Timberwolves, running through the snowbound planes of fresh paper, leaving the black ink of their paw prints behind.
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Comments (3)
Your words evoke the bell at the door, the February wind and the frailty of the human heart, Salome. Beautiful poetry like always!
Well-wrought! We should not give up on a warm heart; however, we must take care to protect it from those things which might smother the fire that makes it bubble with warmth.
This is super deep … i like the heart flutter levels