The Tinmans Desire
The arrow that stains
the sparrows breast pierces too
the young hunters heart
proof is the sunset
that one more day I have lived
and this heart burst not
the fires of love
forge an iron prison to
cage the singing heart
one cannot fathom
the depth of a broken heart
from a safe distance
hearts pierced by arrows
understand their fate but life
pierces with sorrows
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