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When my heart goes on leaveOccasionally my heart takes annual leave. Packs its bags, and leaves a couple of pillows under the doona so i am fooled of its presents.When my heart goes on leave
It sits on a beach, somewhere in the Carribbian, and sips exotic cocktails; At my expense.
I don't think i mind. It works pretty hard the rest of the time.
I guess i just have to get used to the feeling of emptyness, when my heart goes on leave.
by ~piccanninny
DelightThe Lyrebird plays the symphony, The wind in the trees, the percussion, My pen scratches over the page, But my mind is still.Delight
Winter sun tingles my skin, and the sandstone beneath me breathes the cool of the night, Old Lyre plays the whipbird, my senses revel in their delight.
by ~piccanninny
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