Random
so the freedom of write comes as a gift
the nib flickers in fire light
an arrow unseen to the heart
freed, i share again the sorrows and joys
But what of this random heart?
It flickers and flits
a part of nothing
The weave of life has consumed what is
only what was left... remains
ashen and blackened.
Yet such foul waste has yet use
in its limit, it grows the future of life
strengthen the root of heart
So, as unnoticed as it is
smiles yet at its unseen fate
and lives in tomorrows smile of red blossomed heart
Pert
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