The Telling Heart
The years have fallen,
like trees in a forest,
and their quiet crashing.
The night rains darkness,
but then the dawn rescues,
from the nightmarish dreams.
The morning memories,
will be lived again,
and hearts broke once more.
For some are delicate,
they know not the game,
and their feelings trampled.
They create the future,
that rains for them like tears,
for the night rescues no one.
They say dawn was invented,
that love might have a chance,
and its hero be found.
date:2/4/2020
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