This Beating Heart

Posted on May 2, 2012

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This beating heart
Does chime with all
Surrounded by much
Natures call
Beauty to revel
To fall for
To breath eternal

But of late
The beat does slow
Battered by hate
The fire doesn’t glow
Sorrow and bitterness
Have taken root
It is they who now exist

This beating heart
Now full of sadness
Breaking at mornings start
To moon’s rising badness
The fire now dim
A flicker left
Where once had been…

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