The heart,
Under great duress and strain,
Grows hard and protected
It’s easy to withdraw
From the world
And build a wall
And try and hide behind it
But secretly and quietly
Every hard heart
And every wounded soul that hides
Yearns for tenderness
And love
Yearns for the innocence
It once knew
Even the hardest
And toughest,
Somewhere, deep inside,
Longs for union with love
Because everything
Is trying to get home,
And there is only one home.
I completely agree. Very beautiful poem
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome
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