You can find my heart
Between the pages of books
Smiling and sleeping and
Dreaming of being awake.
You can find my heart
Overlapping ink and pen
Tumbling with purpose
Bleeding out the ashes.
You can find my heart
Submerged in constellations
Eyes opening wider
Twilight slipping gracefully in.
You can find my heart
Wedged in a corner
Between sounds and silence
In the home that is you.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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