Heart of the Fire

  Some hearts are strong, and some are weak But all of them, are doomed to weep It may be joy, that hastens to flow in rivulets, dreary winds or snow It may be sorrow, yes that might be a cause, for death and grief, defy all laws To suffer, to writhe, and then to…

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The Gravestone

Every moment, when the past burns I turn to my inner gravestone To remember all that lived once Lying deep underneath as bones   Every wound has grown a scar And every tear has left a track I never seek what I have lost Because I know it  never comes  back   This stone is…

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