In the ruins of disenchantment
Parrables of suffering
Lay amongst the orchids of beauty.
Here the heart labors
Where the soul
Has been patient.
Winds sweep away
Ruins and blooms…
Wanderers too.
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ahorsealone 
A heart that has not bled knows not the bliss of tender quiet.
Hi,
Wonderful job on Disenchantment. Would you mind if I used a poem of yours? I came across “when you speak,” a while go and I thought it was just as wonderful. I would love to use it for a paper I am writing.
If not, no worries!
Excuse me for the late reply, you are more then welcome to use it. I hope you are still righting that paper. As it is, in the future you are more than welcome may you find the need.
I miss this place.
It’s been a year almost.