this heart is a strange thing
she desires and reaches out
she wears not a cloak to protect
she holds not a shield
yet, when she comes to sense
what is not hers
she breathes a cloud of moist air
and saunters back
to beat gently back to her blissful stepping rhythm
she desires and reaches out
she wears not a cloak to protect
she holds not a shield
yet, when she comes to sense
what is not hers
she breathes a cloud of moist air
and saunters back
to beat gently back to her blissful stepping rhythm
The heart is a beautiful thing...loves and gives unconditionally. Beats inspite of everything, its a wondrous thing!
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