Heart of stone

click on the pic to see original location.

I am well placed to know,
Some people think it cannot love,
But it cares for friend and foe;
Nothing weakens its resolve.

Unbiased; it waivers not to emotion.
Dwells on the street and in a loft.
But no amount of tears or lotion,
could ever make it grow soft,
or ever weaken it's devotion.

Another one of my 10 mins posts on DA  - For a friend who's always good for a laugh or a goof.

Crying Winter Tree (aka a photo of you )

Don't cry for your fallen leaves,

The spring will bring them new,

soon they will rise with the sun,

to shower in the dew...

(for a dear friend's DA post - click on the pic to see original location)

re: Music was my first love....

Oh, music was my first love too
I was born with a tune in my head,
I sing it with every word I speak,
It flavored each book I've read...

But mine is always a mellow tune
it hums always despite my choices,
and if it brightens my rejoices,
the notes draw shadows on my gloom.

for you see it never imposes....

(reply to a friend)

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