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About This Poem
The Hearts Demise
Who wanders amidst rose petals, starved of love, reaching for the thorns?
What destroys the heart, sacred, more than loneliness from bitter winds born?
When light dances above the fallen, peace and hope remain alive...
Where our prayers are held, the spirit longs to reside, longs to thrive...
Why then why does the poet weep harkened from a wilted garden?
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