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Heart Size

I fear by writing an explanation it will succeed the length of the poem itself. It was created at that timeless hour when I can still see light long after the sun has […]

How is it possible

To want to be so big and so small

At the same time?

To be so large that I encompass the world

And so small the world never sees me

How is it possible that I want my heart to be so big

But it’s always three sizes too small?

Or one size too large?

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I fear by writing an explanation it will succeed the length of the poem itself. It was created at that timeless hour when I can still see light long after the sun has set, and perhaps also after watching a sad movie. Melancholy is a creative force like no other.

By griffalice

A poet, an artist, and an explorer.

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