Treasure Island

Neela Nath


MY HEART IS TORN


My heart is torn in pieces,
Gather them if you can.
For they are very precious,
Covetous to anyone!
Lust has lost its path here,
Innocence is no pride,
But you trod on it and,
Take a smooth, fast stride!
They bear a touch of Heaven,
They keep my love sublime;
Stoop and pick them up in hands,
Let Heart, beat in rhyme! !

Submitted: Thursday, February 23, 2012

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  • Pheko Motaung (3/10/2012 12:05:00 PM)

    This is your masterpiece this is your classic this is you in your element at your poetic most imaginative! You my sincere wonderful magnificent friend...you rock you make the world a better place to call home! (Report) Reply

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