A Quiet Thing
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Valerie Dohren
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My heart is just a quiet thing
Its throb is soft and low
It lost the beat of happiness
So very long ago.
Its chambers once were full with dreams
Which warm red blood then fed
But now it's just an empty place
As all within lies dead.
My heart is just a quiet thing
It's throb is weak and dull
It languishes in emptiness
Where once it was so full.
The pumping beat which kept it strong
Is but a murmur now
My heart is such a quiet thing
Its throb is weak somehow.
©️23/9/2024 Valerie Dohren
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