When the Heart Weeps

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Where the heart weeps is a lonely place. A dark agony persists within the abyss of pure misery. No one lives there. The coldness is deafening.

When will this aching stop?

Simple mourning tones in kind plunder each heart beat.

As time simmers my heart’s rhythm collapses into an empty void. Yet, with a subtle touch and a kind word, it reminds me where love lives.So I visit there often to mournfully empty my pool of tears.©

 

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