The heart. Something sacred beyond eyes that can see with drawing nearer, closer. Dearer design of life that's dreamed in reality sleeps in the silence. I'm seen in something so close beyond eyes that can see it at the start beating a rhythm written absolute altruistic. Meaning always near, always close, always dear believed before seeing. It's always been the reason and the one seeing all that is dreamed there
Hey, what a lovely poem. And the image compliments it so well. The heart is such a simple organ that is so much more complex than just pumping blood. And it's like a center of all things. And this poem captivates that expression very, very well. So thanks for sharing and it's good to see you here on swell. I look forward to checking out some more of your swells that you've posted so far