Heart-Shaped Herring

Boney, stringent
Lines that cross

Steely gazes
Minds of loss

Pearls of wisdom
Lined up, neat

Beaten down
With golden wheat

Trusting no one
“Who is there?”

Fraught with misery
Winds that scare

Solace seeks us
– Every – One –

Yet turned away
We look for Sun

The rain will fall
If only we’d ask!

The hidden heart flutters
“Are you up to the task?”

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