The hollow heart
keeps a steady drum
like an old clock
forgotten on a stand
The heart’s master
has forgotten
to listen
to its chimes
He’s caged
by his own mind.
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Author:
Carmen Luca (
Offline) - Published: March 16th, 2026 07:48
- Category: Reflection
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Comments3
The mind forgets its age feeling but a child. It does not notice that the body's warrantee is up. Well crafted
Thank you, it means a lot.
You are most welcome Carmen
Tremendous.
Thank you. I am truly grateful, it means a lot.
Never mind about it meaning a lot - got anyone in mind?
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