I found this poem on a piece of scrap paper today while digging through the garbage, and I thought I’d share it with you. I know my master wrote it, but I don’t know why he threw it away. I guess you shouldn’t mention it to him if you see him… uhm, and leave out the part about me getting into the garbage, too, okay? Thanks!My bleeding heart makes scarlet snow in winter and crimson mud in spring. My bleeding heart streams sanguine from its center and neither beats nor sings. My bleeding heart remembers all last summer and every drop of fall. My bleeding heart aches for rest and slumber and needs familiar walls. My bleeding heart weeps in silence while it grows and wasn’t meant to roam. My bleeding heart seeks soil that it knows and wants to go back home.
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I love my bleeding hearts, it is the one spring flower that I look forward to seeing the most, thanks for sharing your master’s poem Ada
Hello Ada, found you via the wp forums. I am owned by Pippa who has his own blog except I have not written it up recently. He is a Spanish rescue dog who found us on the street one day. I’ve added you to my follow list, but I’ll try and get Pippa to pop over eventually. One day.
Thanks for dropping in! I will check out your blog!