Future Sculpted Heart. Poem by Ben Muto

Future Sculpted Heart.



I hold this cradle that holds together my heart the sparrows protect it. A storm came and the wind blew it apart, A white dove came by and tethered it together with a white yarn and made it whole with peace and its love was like the sparrows unconditional and stood by me and never flew away and never brought up a strong wind.

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