Sunday, November 17, 2024

Sometimes

*Life's Still a Basket of Longans* 




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Sometimes



Sometimes my heart

is drowned in the rain

is scorched by the sun

is blown to bits by the wind 


These are times

I hold my heart in

And I don’t feel too good


I want my heart to race

I want my heart to sing

I need to look for it

to take wings again.


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