Yet she may find it elusive in others
She has seen the bleeding hearts of
The many mothers
Who roam the streets in unspoken words
The dew upon the grass
That eludes the warmth of the sun
Yet it fades away like steam that rises
Although the emotion remains
Below it are the remains of lost civilizations
But their minds are not gone
She keeps them alive in her heart
So that they are never forgotten
© 2007 Moses Lestz - All Rights Reserved
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