24.8.08

The tired heart.

The heart despaired.

It stood alone,
in the cold, clammy night,
at the edge of the city.
With the October monsoon,
hurling raindrops resembling
violent comets.
Earth-bound,
Heart-bound.
Each threatening to destroy.

The heart,
tired from fighting,
laid on the ground.
All exposed;vulnerable.
Bare.

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