Poetry

Hearts

My heart flows gently
Over rocks, slowly shaping
Those immense, rigid
Marvels of power, strength,
Smoothing them into magnificent
Roundness, like they’d always
Been such, eternally shaped.
I hold the truth deep within;
My secret, my delight.

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