Home so dear to heart.
Place unseen by human eye
Folding me in peace.
What map charts the spot?
Walk or run I’ll not arrive
Soul-scape dwells within.
Home so dear to heart.
Place unseen by human eye
Folding me in peace.
What map charts the spot?
Walk or run I’ll not arrive
Soul-scape dwells within.
Tags: Haikus, human eye, Poetry
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Love your poems , they are filled with such passion , the last line here … soul scape dwells within , is so so true all those passion filled times in life that only our souls know of , in your poetry you are sharing them so lovely . Kind Regards Kathy.
Your comment is beautiful. Thanks. I do find passion is what creates my poetry.
love it 🙂
Thanks for your comment. 🙂