Are hearts just,
Things that pound,
Inside our chests,
A hollow sound?
Do hearts just,
Make us walk,
Make us breathe,
Make us talk?
Hearts could be,
A colorful thing,
Full of life,
To make us sing.
Where emotions are,
Colors--real bright!
Reflecting ourselves,
Through day and night.
Maybe hearts,
Just beat real slow.
Or maybe hearts,
Are like a rainbow.
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The Poems of Far Away
PoetryNot everyone has time for poetry. I know that. I respect that. If you really don't want to read this, it's okay with me. You can just leave. It's fine. But if you're still here, I would wish you could try to read these poems. Not everyone reads the...
