Who can know what lies within
The hidden heart?
A gentle start,
A raucous din;
Beauty, or lies and sin?
But the hidden heart
Does not part
With the secrets of its djinn;
It only tells
With its beating wells
That something lies within.
Hidden Heart
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May I share this poem on a site of mine? Full credit given, link provided, etc etc of course.. Cheers.
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Here, I posted it here with the link.. if you have any objections, just let me know and I’ll remove it. 🙂
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I’ve no objections — I’m always honored when someone likes one of my writings enough to share. 🙂
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Indeed, Rachel. The heart, the hidden and the true heart plays myriad roles.
And why not? It has a sophisticated function, alternately reflecting us, protecting us, exciting us, and calming us. Sometimes it paralyzes us, and at others, it spurs us.
It’s complex. Why should the brain have all the fun?
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Why, indeed? Though, sometimes the heart does overdo it a little with all this “fun…”
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