Hearts Unfolded
Hearts Unfolded
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How can we let our hearts unfold? From what's been told, from hours so cold. A batting eye, an awful lie, our lives can die. Who are we to see? But you and me, or is it you and I? Why dare to try, high... Up where eagles fly. Beauty is but a glance, wether it be the chance, that some will know, and most won't go, so far below the love we know...
Copyright © Rory Christy | Year Posted 2017
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