Unnumbered, such remembrances of times,
I gave myself to petrify my heart;
Endeavouring this way; professing love.
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Unnumbered, such remembrances of times,
I gave myself to petrify my heart;
Endeavouring this way; professing love.
David Emeron: Sonnets 
Nicely put.
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A petrified heart….I like the thought of that – not a dead heart, a heart replaced by something else becoming totally different, yet, still a heart. Replaced by love….petrified…
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Thank you, Kanzen. One moment when I felt a strange kind of metaphor come upon me.
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It makes perfect sense to me. the minerals and salts replacing the organic parts of the wood, strange colors and different textures, but beautifully different and differently beautiful. years ago when I went to the Petrified Forest, I picked up chunks and bits to bring home with me – like walking on the shore of an alien sea.
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