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Broken Heartstrings
storms roar
across angry
restless skies,
like a hawk
seeking its
unseen prey,
a motherless
child afraid
to slumber,
like a weary
dove angst
tires of hope,
its groaning
limbs burst
yet asunder,
like a lion’s
cry as death
awaits nigh,
listening to
its mournful
sighing heart,
like a red rose
petal before
its gentle fall,
mere mortal
flesh yearns
till its lungs,
like deserts
athirst shout
forth aloud,
its naked soul
in streaming
tears bellow,
like hooting
owls affright
dare console
© Eugene Harvey
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