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The heart...Sometimes gets lonely,
unrecognizing, unknowing.
Its own loneliness, gazes
with eyes hitherto happily closed,
upon strange shapes familiar forms
Have taken.
The heart...Sometimes get wounded,
Taking a desperate departure
from safes paths, however loved.

Fortunate is the heart that finds
A sweet companion thru this stormy
venture returning unscathed,
to a remembered rhythm richer,
more generous in its Giving.
Its loneliness,thus appeased


A heart needs protection
It's so easily broken
I really feel what you are saying
Beautifully written.



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