On the Beating Heart

RSM0812

The heart it yearns,

The soul it cleanses,

Love it burns,

The senses.

Find it here,

Flaunt it there,

We are we're,

A kind of pair.

Hitched like a lock,

A coo coo clock,

And beating, like the seasons,

Of morning times reasons.

 

 

 

 

  • Author: RSM (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: June 12th, 2025 07:36
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • sorenbarrett

    There seems to be unity in this poem of chained togetherness. Nice

    • RSM0812

      A very interesting prognosis. I would probably agree. Lol. Ty for your comment.

    • Tony36

      Love it

      • RSM0812

        Thanks. 🙂

        • Tony36

          You're welcome



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