The depression is somewhat oval ...
It's the wind-blown debris ...
That found it's way into that empty spot ...
That became the heart of the broken concrete.
THOUGH LIFE MAY TRY TO TRODDEN, FLATTEN AND CHANGE US, OUR HEART AND SOUL REMAINS! -- Nina P.
11 comments:
It sure did!! Great find!
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SueAnn
Wow, what a heart indeed!
Hi Clytie,
I have tagged you on my 7 Things About Me [I've been tagged!] post :)
And as always, the heart is an amazing find :)
That's a good one Clytie!
You know I love all your hearts. I hope the sun is shining on you today it really makes all the difference. Love you Sissy Cea.
Oooooh....I love your description of this heart, Sissy--pure lovely poetry. Profound.
What a play on words, Clytie -a broken heart of concrete!! to me it means that any implausible combination is impossible!
Awww..too beautiful !
I hope it's not really broken!! :)
The winds of change blow gently even unto the hardest soul, leaving her gentle heart behind to change the seemingly unchangeable. Blessings to you and yours. Love and Light, Nina P.
Oh Clytie, I went for long walks in the hills this past weekend and thought of you as I saw so many of natures hearts. I showed my dear sister one in a tree and later, she spotted others along our path. You touch hearts everywhere. Thank you for teaching us to open our eyes and see.
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