Merci, My Heart
Wounded it beats.
Betrayed it beats.
Broken it beats.
But sometimes, when love is strong,
The heart crouches and springs from the cold of its fear,
Uplifts into action and All Is Well.
(Or at least as well as can be.)
by Nina Naomi
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