Conglomerate Heart
Hearts are like snowflakes, no two alike.
Beating so very cold at times
as to freeze an angel's wings
in goblets of devilish wine.
The Heart is like a monkey.
Swinging from vine to indigo vine.
Leaving a smile or a scratch
on the eaves of a hopeful face.
The Heart is like a firefly or star.
Breathing life into sable skies.
Pulsing a lover's lavender soul
with a lute made of fading scars.
The Heart is a raft made for one or two.
Birdsongs sewn from frosted glass.
A beauty to be remembered but never to last.
The Heart is like a garden or maze.
Casting a million gossamer rainbows.
Always leaving a melancholy memory.
While honoring the spirit of the rain.
The Heart is an orphan made of silk.
The charred soul of a runaway king...
A whispering zero-echoing.
From the granite walls of infinity.
The heart is everything's everything.
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