Even stones are smoothed by streams
and stars so far can still be seen
Your soul can be a stubborn thing
but hearts are softer than they seem
You may have surplus strength to share
and even want to, if you care
But is it truly good or fair
if none are full, and you are bare?
If you immerse in several streams
and skim night skies impatiently
If you give out what you still need
and lose yourself to many things
You will be everyone's, and none's
Spending all your soul, and some.
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On a Young Heart
PoetryA collection of my random poetic inspirations. Though they're not profound, I hope that everyone who reads them can find something special and meaningful in these words.
