A cold, lonely stone,
Makes a ripple of care in a pond,
That tries to embrace the stone,
And envelope it in its warmth.
The stone doesn't know the little ripple is noticed,
But the pond always sees the gestures,
The slip of hardened character.
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Words From a Heart Unknown
PoetryIntroduction This poem collection is about the unknown voices from the hearts of people. The heart seeks a path to its desires, both attainable and unattainable. Thus it sits in the body awaiting its soulmate. Through its trials and errors will...
