The heart has a puzzling shape
The moment you thought it broke
Becomes twofold.
The moment in a relinquishing evening
You thought it whole
It breaks
Until the morning
When the shape is restored
And your feelings pour like early April rain
Over thirsty lilacs…
“The heart is an organ of fire” –Michael Ondaatje
It flickers and lights the embers of any glib desire.
Art by Georg Janny.
Wow. Nice
Thank you very much, dear Yassy <3
Welcome dear Lulia. 😘😘😘
🙂 🙂 <3
Pleasing to the ears lulia
Thank you!
I love this part the best: “Until the morning
When the shape is restored
And your feelings pour like early April rain
Over thirsty lilacs…”
Thank you very much, dear Leslie. I like spring and lilacs immensely and they helped me shape a thought 🙂