Pregnant Heart
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Clattering and twittering
Unstop speaking
Still unspoken pangs
Gathered and turned into
A black stone, like a blind
Walking the road, mouth shut
With open heart, none is there to listen
Words are unable, fallen from the crest
The heart having a bun on the oven,
Feeling the undelivered pain
Lots of failure, lots of burden , return again
To the cave with unbearable strain.
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