I have yet to feel the heart
The pulse with no beats
Coming to real life
And going back to poke like knife
The heart must bleed
For sentiments to read
Cry for humanity that deserves
Each beat with new offer
I have yet to learn
The art of turning
New leaf
For a brief
It must work
With word
Of promise
And choice
I want to live
With mission to believe
In reality of life
That shall be torn with no strife
Generally poets are romantic
Can not remain with static waves
It must spread fragrance on one hand
And peaceful message on the other for friends and foes
Let that message go in air
It must speak with earnest and fairness
The air and mind of people are still receptive
They have lovely heart and still not become captive
Well said dear friend, thank you for share! 16 Mar by Elena S to heart beats
be not captive of the misery... Guilty Pleasure1 minute ago know of it, for you must tell of it, but do not get mired in it's muddy waters... Comment +1
I have yet to feel the heart The pulse with no beats
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