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Poetry

A Little While

There is silence

where the gaps are.

Weeping holes

in a persons soul, for life,

or just,

perhaps,

for a little while.

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Poetry

Remembrance

There she was.

She had always been there

beneath the rubble of crumbling

life.

How sweetly the sun did shine

upon her remembrance.

Welcome home xx
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Poetry

In The Gentle Woods

It is the depths that call me here.

It is the silence

and the bells

of yesterdays wish.

Let there be now.

Let there be this walk alone

in the gentle woods.

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Poetry

Soft Arms

I hold this fear in soft arms

and let her be.

She is a dear traveller.

She knows this village well.

Peace, dear friend.

We shall sit

and we shall be, without wishing

to change one another.

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Life

Scars

The scars of life run so very deep. It’s hard to remember them, hard to sit with that pain.

The moments of quiet are beautiful, though, and moments of love revisited are to be cherished.

How beautiful true love feels when compared to its total opposite.

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Poetry

As I Am

And I will quietly be

as I am.

Yes, I will quietly be.

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Poetry

The Echos of Love

The echos of love

will unravel your soul.

Let them.

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Life

I Miss You

I miss you, my beautiful bloggy friends.

My goodness my heart misses you.

It is truly a strange thing, that here, more than any other place, my truth shines her beautiful light.

Everywhere else on earth, I am partly starving.

Here, I am free.

Like a feather on the wind.

I am free.

Thank you for holding me, here.

xx Brooke

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Poetry

Perhaps

Perhaps

you might ask your heart what it wants.

Perhaps

you might listen.

Perhaps.

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Life

The Soft Things

The quiet is here and so am I.

I will life to slow down, I ache for it; I am not made for speed.

I am made for the whisper of the trees, for the silver trail of snails on a rainy path.

I am with this world, but I am captured by it, not a citizen free; can we ever be free, when we have each other to hold? The answer is no, if the heart runs as deep as this.

No, built from sacrifice and deep, deep love.

But how I long to live the day exactly as I choose.

I would live beside the river.

I would walk and feel the breeze.

I would have my family, only.

And I would draw, and sing

and give my heart to the soft things.

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