Unless the Heart
.
Unless
it gives away to others
a part of itself,
quite strangely,
the heart can never
hope to be whole.
Unless,
like a lake, it generously
drains itself
unto thirsty streams,
the heart will stagnate
and stink.
Unless
it bares its vilest sins
in a humble plea
for forgiveness,
the heart will be
a stranger unto itself!
.
Copyright © Romeo Naces | Year Posted 2011
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