Tin Hearts
Through Tin Hearts,
shallow pleadings
wander unwillingly with time,
in concert with
a melancholy spectre
of Love's past.
Surely, it must not
be too late
to borrow these moments
nor to clear
the hollowness
that echoes from
the smithery of despair.
Empty of it's consortion ,
Hope desires respite.
Loneliness,
on the other hand,
always has
an eager
companion.
07/15/2020
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