For whom the bell tolls,
I do not know.
Can you hear it?
Through the clear air,
ringing.
To the common folk,
singing.
For whom the bell calls,
I do not know.
Can you feel it?
In ever mind,
searching.
To every soul,
haunting.
For whom the bell taunts,
I dare not ask.
Can you bear it?
Within every heart,
pounding.
Without every body,
waiting.
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Foreign Heart - A Poetry Collection
PoetryEmotions continue to perplex me, and this is me simply trying my hardest to understand where they come from and what they mean.
