The voided heart
My heart feels empty and hollow
It cries back whispering onto the shore
And no words come that I understand or even comprehend
Echoes in my heart a voice
As far, as near as, as these
It begins to weep
The solemn surge of strong and lonely fear
It is left fluttering
Like a voided heat at display butterflies take
Beaming as light
The voided heart that I have given up and given to the many idle trees
That stand aloof and lovely behind sleeves
Is left without a sense of meaning nor purpose
Oh heart!
When shall I begin to feel again
KAMU SEDANG MEMBACA
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