The key to his heart was always with me
But I never turned it
The secrets within – I had deciphered
Words seemed superfluous
I could hear when it spoke softly
Angst lay within
Those crevices I explored alone
To calm the crimson rims
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
France and Vincent. She is owned by a small dog who also blogs.
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