A Free Flying Spare Owing Heart.

Love flown out the window of the heart...
Pained as painted from un elated one
who hath had to depart.

Unsweetened sorrow from saddened fate...
Alas as yet, too late, too late.

Swing thy pain from heart felt feelings...
Only met by misspent dealings.

Tears fall to ground as like the rain...
To assemble in a puddle of all acknowledged pain.

Darkened shadows inhabit the heart...
Feelings of anger to chamber's beating part.

Sorrow of the sparrow...
Flies freely and wider, than narrow.

by Michael Gale

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