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My closet is becoming smaller
Condensing like a garbage compactor
With so many more things stuffed in every year
But my heart finds more and more places to fill
no matter how large
the size or high the price
It grows like a child in winter
And no matter the cost
it always longs for more.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
it always longs for more.
©Carrie Van Horn 2019
"But my heart finds more and more places to fill"
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I like this.
:)
I love this! The closet, the garbage compactor .. how clever to use when describing the filling of one’s heart. Always room.
ReplyDeleteThank you Helen! You have made my evening! 😍
DeleteA small heart can still find room for more love and concerns. Nice bedtime thought to read. Thank you.
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May your heart always have more room. :)
ReplyDeleteAlways more space for a heart to fill. Beautiful poem, Carrie!
ReplyDeleteA magnificent organ...the heart- and you did justice to that quote :)
ReplyDeleteMay your heart always find a place to store things.
ReplyDeleteYou think it's full and then miraculously find there is room for more. It definitely grows!
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