And I heard a horn,
squeaky and out of tune,
rusted, unhinged,
The player unknown
of what they were making.
But it created a sound
Filled with emotion:
hope and frustration
courage and sadness,
The listener unknown
of what they were feeling.
I found it quite
beautiful and curious
that such a sound
from a stranger
I couldn't see
had been carried
across an unknown distance
and arrived
to me.
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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.
