loving hearts
The threads winding the heartsreally feel it. like
the eyes of a cat in pitch dark
dont know where it starts
and where the knots really tied up.
sometimes its pulling back
like a hook catched with fish
and many times its floating
like a boat in the waves
sometimes its swewing thorough
an reeling pain in the hearts
and sometimes its fly far
on the tail of a dream.
the theread winding hearts
dont feel sometimes
it vanishes then float life
like boat loose anchor
like a kite loose its thread.
Poetry by rasheed
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Written on 2006-07-19 at 18:15
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