~ Thoughts on Heart and Mind



Only the impoverished hearts are enshrouded in Pride
And backbones, as if of steel. Stiff: They fear break and bent.
So walk away. You will find peace.

A mind that thinks cannot be caged. Freedom to choose on what to think and believe is its oxygen. It will rather be destroyed than be imprisoned. 



Comments

  1. Yasmin Khan 28 April 2018 at 03:22

    Stout hearts can’t be destroyed.

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  2. quillpen28 April 2018 at 06:29

    Lily of valley and wisterias look gorgeous maybe because they’re down to earth.

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