My heart is hollow, yet as solid as stone
Soften up, I was told
Swept up in the undertow
Of an unforeseen hurricane
Stumbled upon Amelia's airplane
There it stood
Weathered by hundreds of storms
Tornadoes competing for erosion
Yet it stood still, and whole.
The people started to say
It stood as my heart, cold
Unaware of the sentiment of catharsis
Unaware of the release of nostalgia
If I'd only just give in
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The Stardust in a Black Hole
PoesíaA reflective tale of self-growth that connects the reader to a deeper sense of self.
