Sympathy rivaled by the heart,
Begs to differ, fall apart.
The beat it pounds, the blood it tips.
On the wings of angels, golden wips.
It whispers deep into the will,
Heaven binding, nature still.
And as the earth, it turns and sways,
Its rounded purpose, blameless stays.
And swooping of the crest and shield.
Oh nature of my heart revealed.
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Author:
RSM (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 7th, 2026 08:50
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Comments1
Here the heart becomes surreal and takes on more than sympathy. Lovely
Thank you for the interpretation and compliment.
You are most welcome
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