My heart of hearts. Hallow heart, once made of gold. You I sold. No one foretold. To he who has it, never part. Can’t return it now, I must restart. To he who has it, you have all force. Strength deep within the source, feel no remorse. Rating 4.00 out of 5
Tag Archives | Wings
Time
Life swings as a pendulum between
Theses two points, in despair and joy
That is Life…A pendulum.
A peddler…
When the deft fingers touch the strings of the heart,
A tone suppressed in tears, emanate from its haggard look.
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