☽ Jantung Hati

[image source: Mr. Sonjaya (Youtube)]

A story ~ Jantung Hati

[jantung hati means "apple of my eye"]

Follow the one who walks where she may,

Footprints behind shake off ash and gray.

Polished pearls dazzle

Parade, parade

Umbrellas of red leaves, catch the rain.

Apple of my eye

Clipped from the branch.

Roll on, roll on

Slipping underneath,

Shadows of a sheath,

Ripely bruised from a beating.

Talk, talk, talk.

A harvest fresh to eat.

Echo, echo.

We can't choose our families,

Walk, walk, walk.

Unless we run from our mothers.

The brightest halo is always kin,

To the shadow under its cover.

Roll over and over

Soon it will be over.

She's been through it once,

And through it another.

Abandoned,

But free.

Running through hues

Of red leaves.

The apple of my eye,

Reconciling.

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While listening to this song:

You could look at.....red and orange leaves during autumn.

You could be with.....a dear friend or relative who you know has been tested through the ups and downs of life, but has survived. Perhaps this friend is even yourself. 

You could do something.....to show your appreciation for this friend. Say thank you to them for surviving.  

You could eat or drink.....a nice hearty slice of apple pie.

You could remember that....."behind every scar is a story of survival" --Google Images 

Artist: Mr. Sonjaya

[Secret Story of a Song]

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This post is dedicated to the baddest bitch that ever lived, my dear friend, Karl.