This heart of mine is—
A green pasture field
A flower garden
A forest full of trees
That blossom in various ranges,
Yet, it wilts when a season changes.
This heart of mine is—
A lantern
A wildfire
A volcano
It flames brightly,
But dims inside silently.
This heart of mine is—
The sky
The stars
The moon
The sun,
It glistens so quickly
But dies way too soon.
©emjay
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