From the jailhouse that my body is
my heart doesn't know anathomy.
It only knows some sort of morse code,
which it beats
coded and disordered
over and over again:
is - someone - there?
can - anybody - hear - me?
Its hopes searched long and hard
till the soft clap reached you and
you
answered back:
Yes - I - hear - you - with - all - my - heart.
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Yes! ! Maybe such is what poetry does, poets are sending from their hearts code after code, with the hope that some may be caught, broken and given back some answer. Lovely poem, thank you for share!