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my half of heart.......

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...........the whethers and nots are
......hot and cold, the heather of spring
coming one day, i'm told, as this silly girl's
mind remembers how the sun once shined
the very moment your hand touched mine
and still i sing on wings of Love, storms
banished, poetry my gift, as the shifts
of sands between the comes and goes
of reminisce echo, and now how still
my half of heart becomes, pulled
out taut by tide and undertows,
wrought with the trying to
define the boundaries of
a sea, seeing the mere
half of me so clear
like morning has
come in a blue
mist kissed
so true
like ifs
can
be