As thoughts tumble from my pen,
Who is collecting the words,
Scrutinizing, dissecting them
Until they cry like wounded birds?
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As long as there's burning coal'n heart It means that heart and soul still live One should swallow some bitter tart with little delight like take and give.
Wow! This is a cracker, Lora. A beautifully written poem. The rhythm and rhyming are faultless. The message expressed here is penetrating. Well done, Lora.