A smile
Gone smile
A hand
Soft hand
Hard hand
Dust hand
A heart
Beating
Blue
Dust
A wave of a hand that was never seen,
A cry of a child
A beam that broke into a shadow
A shadow that flew away
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Poetry for the heartless and heartbroken
PoetryMy poetry dwells in the infinite sadness of the broken and the heartless.
Poem 93
A smile
Gone smile
A hand
Soft hand
Hard hand
Dust hand
A heart
Beating
Blue
Dust
A wave of a hand that was never seen,
A cry of a child
A beam that broke into a shadow
A shadow that flew away
