Listened to a soul share problems of the heart. It is a troubled heart and from what was explained has been this way for years. I am a fool when it comes to such matters and probably the absolute last person anyone would want to try and explain the situations men and women get themselves into, but I did listen.

There are  four choices.

1. Try and repair the situation, which I give  1% chance of success

2. Seek counsel from friends/family,  which I give 3% chance of success

3. Obtain professional/legal advice, which I give 97% chance of success

4. Let the situation unfold without doing anything, there is 0% chance.

The person sharing is vibrant and full of potential. A world is out there waiting for whatever decision is made, of which there will of course, be.

And so it is, it is good to listen though wise not to do more than such as human hearts are a strange emotion, one best left alone for those possessing one to figure out their individual journey.

As for me, it was nice someone felt I was worthy of  sharing such thoughts, though if it was known how ice cold my heart is, people would run far and fast.

Enough of that situation. Now, some poetry that will be grabbed out of thin air, free from the bonds of chain and earth.

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Purple vines do not exist, such then the clumps of grape’

Hanging tenacious from a green stem with leaves shadowing their way

Blended below the forest at the edge of the meadow; above the bending blade

With hopes and ambitions the hands tender care until the time the morning brings temptation of frost

Blood flowing now as the harvest is made

Winter snows show the clarity in the glass while a sip is made and another log dry is added to the hearth flame.