Above my home,
in a bleak clover field of forgotten love,
there resides
a heart
scarlet, rusty, maybe slightly jaded
with a long stranded string and some withered hope.
It stays stationary, unmoving in the wind,
Strong enough to weather.
soft enough to swim.
this is great ange - love the site. i'm impressed...ive discovered yet another talent of yours~
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