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Writer's pictureAmy Frank

My Heart is Open

My heart is open:

Pumping blood — spilling love

into my veins.

A river courses through me.

My eyes are dry although inside I cry

from the pains of yesterday.


My eyes are open:

Colours in sight — breeding delight,

I can see clearly

the shapes around me.

I can see the joy.

I can see the sorrow.

Hope I planted today

will flourish tomorrow.


My mind is open:

I absorb both sides — the left and the right,

Peace starts within me.


My hands are open:

Fingers reaching — skin believing,

That another hand I’ll find.

I don’t know when,

I don’t know how

to meet a stranger

in a crowd,

but, my heart is open.

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12 de nov. de 2022

An Ocean refuses no River.... Your Love is the Ocean...the Most Beautiful Ocean, dearest Amy...From Another River...

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Amy Frank
Amy Frank
12 de nov. de 2022
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Aw, thank you. 🙏 That’s beautiful what you wrote ❤️

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