Relationships- the bondage of blood or the mix of souls
Call them what you like, shattered figurines are they
With hope’s flame dancing in their weeping shadows
The faith of love in some heart that beat afar.
Seeking roots and shriveled veins to soothe my lonely soul,
I lamented day and night that I have none to care
Trying to invoke the guardian angel of many an orphaned heart
I lay till a ray of dawn touched my aching self.
Never again did I mourn for a heart to care for me
For mine began to beat for all the ones on earth
There is no heart’s orphaned sorrow filling darkest nights
No heart is lonely in this heavenly vale of life.
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