Beneath the weight of life's relentless art,
A heavy heart, burdened, seeks a fresh start.
In the hush of night, where shadows play,
A mature soul yearns to empty the disarray.
Whispers of sorrow, like a somber song,
Echo in chambers where emotions throng.
Yet, in the emptiness, a space to breathe,
A canvas to paint, where emotions seethe.
Release the tears, like gentle rain,
Wash away the ache, the lingering pain.
In vulnerability, find strength untold,
An emptying of burdens, a story unfold.
The moon, a witness to the heart's ballet,
As heavy burdens gently drift away.
A mature heart unburdens the soul,
In the quietude of release, it finds its goal.
Through words unspoken, in the silent art,
An emptied heart finds a fresh start.
In the void, a tranquil, sacred space,
A mature soul finds solace, an embrace.
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Tales of a Heart
PoetryA heart is such an organ which not only pump blood it's an organ which takes u up on difficult situations
