Peace, Love and Patchouli

I have learned from the burned man
Words and images
As Story woven like a tapestry
So painfully beautiful
Tender yet strong
Of life
Of love
Of war
Of death
And how fleeting it all is
Changing in a
The click of a second
Half a man
Still whole
With love
He returns to live
Where the heart lays
Broken pieces
Now whole
Drifting away.
I sat and watched
He was a writer too
Striking a chord
Of the importance
Of capturing in words
What the heart speaks
For someone
For no one
For keeps.
Ah sweet words,
Keep me whole
Soul speak

Thoughts on The English Patient

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