sunrise over swamps

sunset over melancholy seas

Poem 22 of 30

on April 24, 2013

The stone heart is broken.

Each fragment now crushed into tiny powder

and left to drift away in the wind.

Let it be replaced by a living heart,

by a heart able to feel

and to know love.

Or die, ground to powder

and carried away by the wind.

 

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