A sweet Summer Breeze blows
Through quiet solemn Mountains
And in my Soul a Memory glows
A long forgotten feeling is what it contains...
The Moonshine and its warm light
Hangs our Hearts in its Eternal Beams
Forever guarding them in its memory bright
The remembrance of your Love, your smile that dances in my Dreams...
I hear your voice that carries on this Summer breeze
And I Remember what's not remembered only felt deep in this core
Your Kindred Spirit brings me to my knees
And I know we've danced this dance before...
Another time, another place, a dying ember
Yet the same Souls, the same Heart Space, I Remember...
About the Creator
Nadia Nichole
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By Nadia Nichole5 years ago in Poets
Where there's Art there's Heart
Here's a stupid thing: I adore art, but I start to panic whenever I step into a gallery. In the one place I should be at my contented best - surrounded by walls teeming with creative expression - I fall apart. What ought to be an enriching experience, tacitly designed to facilitate the exploration of human empathy and perspective, is for me an overwhelming purgatory of anxiety that compresses me to the point I cannot breathe. At the same time, I experience a sense of extraction, as though my head is being prized open to create a hole so big my sanity could evaporate. Somewhere between these two opposing forces of vice and vortex, I feel myself dissolving in a stream of panic that makes me want to cry; and I feel so daft feeling this way, that all I want to do is run for the hills.
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