A true heart
Will know your beauty
Because it cares to see,
To set free rather than imprison,
To celebrate and to mourn
The past of present's memory,
And in your lips find freedom.
This night holds no guarantee,
No settled account,
But an infinite potential,
Given in a moment's grace
And gone before the rising moon,
To linger into sleeping.
Wednesday, 3 April 2019
A true heart
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