The Hidden Heart..

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The Hidden Heart..

The moon shines so bright over the vast empty desert, while the stars play with the cool winter breeze. clouds follow the winds guiding hand as the it's grey shadow impales the moons rays of light. snow begins to fall as the night sky and suddenly is once again alone. the ocean below carries its mist and peacful sound to alreat the sun of this unforgivable curse of the cold. the sun peaks his head over the herizion to warm the snow to rain. the moon crys and stars aswell in thanks for saving them from their icy hell. The sun kisses the moon goodnight and watches it fade out of sight. What love can be shared in such small time. the great fear of loss is still in mind. Even red roses of love can be burned in less favor from the gods above. give not your heart away, but invite the pain that will come for a place to stay. take whats yours and fix it again. for this crule love is an unforgiving friend..

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A poem begins as a lump in the throat, a sense of wrong, a homesickness, a lovesickness. It finds the thought and the thought finds the words.

Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

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