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The Heart Beats
The air swirls,
not of wind and howls,
but of memories,
and melancholy.
A shadowed knight stands,
upon the hilltop,
and plunges the steel,
into flesh,
and death breathes,
not of rot and pain,
but of relief,
and closure.
The sun rises,
not of light and heat,
but of faith,
and strength.
The bell echoes,
not of wood and brass,
but of salvation,
and hope.
The heart beats,
not of blood and vibrations,
but of life,
and love.
not of wind and howls,
but of memories,
and melancholy.
A shadowed knight stands,
upon the hilltop,
and plunges the steel,
into flesh,
and death breathes,
not of rot and pain,
but of relief,
and closure.
The sun rises,
not of light and heat,
but of faith,
and strength.
The bell echoes,
not of wood and brass,
but of salvation,
and hope.
The heart beats,
not of blood and vibrations,
but of life,
and love.
Published 12th Jun 2017
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13th Jun 2017 3:28am
I like this, good rhythm, meaning, well written, it has a story ( a soul ) .....
21st Jun 2017 6:57pm
