My Heart - Poem by Gene Lupague
It was a pluvial day of sweetness
When I receive my heart
Weakened by pain...
Full of stain...
With tears like rain...
I found a piece of it were missing
That really caused bleeding
But during the bleeding as I walk...
I found a piece exactly for the hole
It suddenly filled my heart into whole
More joyful than before...
All pains were ignore...
And full of amour...
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