Thoughts Collected like Raindrops in a Glass Jar
Monday, 2 August 2010
Fly-by Heart
Fly-by Heart has strings so cold,
That when they're played, they cry (so I'm told)
Heart-shaped tears; droplets of gold,
I hope that this love never grows old...
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