Interior Of Heart
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Unswept ground
Housing the autumn leaves
Waiting for wind to carry away
The bitter-sweet memories
The floors are choked
The windows are half open
From whence peep the eyes
For a landscape faraway
The fragments of past
Left-overs of dreams
Growing like a tree
With a massive trunk
And dense leaves
With so much stacked in the room
Of memory
Some regrets, some longings
Having no intention to flee
With so much locked inside
The interior of heart
It still has room for new beginnings.
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