Apr 2013
Lonely is the heart that sings alone.
She beats steady on,
But her song,
Half-written,
Lingers lonely.
She hovers near memories,
Not yet created,
Not yet sung.
She beats steady on,
But her song,
Half-written,
Lingers lonely.
She hovers near memories,
Not yet created,
Not yet sung.
(United States)
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