It was easy once
When I was young
And didn’t know.
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Words that were everything
And nothing
Tumbled from half-parted lips.
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Misunderstanding
Deforested acres
For fragrant missives
Carried next to a heart
That fluttered deliciously
If erroneously.
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Wanting to believe
I believed they believed themselves
And let myself be fooled.
Wanting to belong
I willingly became
A belonging.
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It isn’t easy now.
The words won’t come
In face of the real
I am rendered dumb.
Published by Sue Vincent
Sue Vincent was a Yorkshire born writer, esoteric teacher and a Director of The Silent Eye. She was immersed in the Mysteries all her life. Sue maintained a popular blog and is co-author of The Mystical Hexagram with Dr G.M.Vasey. Sue lived in Buckinghamshire, having been stranded there due to an accident with a blindfold, a pin and a map. She had a lasting love-affair with the landscape of Albion, the hidden country of the heart. Sue passed into spirit at the end of March 2021.
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