Healing of the Heart
Whilst darkness cradles passing hours,
In vaulted rooms the mind had built
Leaving just a glimpse of twilight
Of dreams that heart and soul had spilt.
When stones and mortar form the shawl
That fends the soul from ice and chill
The healing yet begins again
It always has, it always will
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