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Where is the Beat?
Silent is the solitude of a lonely mind,
Cold is the hand of no one to hold.
Desperate for the thump,
Of another heart.
Love is the kinship,
Between yours and mine.
Cold is the hand of no one to hold.
Desperate for the thump,
Of another heart.
Love is the kinship,
Between yours and mine.
Published 18th Oct 2013
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18th Oct 2013 10:02am
an unheld hand, such a tearful thought. your poem looked lonesome, so I dropped in for a minute...
18th Oct 2013 1:41pm
18th Oct 2013 10:04am
lonesome indeed but short sweet and to the point. well written and nice job... :)
18th Oct 2013 1:42pm
