To The Heart

The cold gown of silence she adorns,

Is piercing and deafeningly loud;

To the heart…

And you thought sirens were loud.

 

A single tear streaming down her eyes,

Inflicts instantaneous and severe wound;

To the heart…

And you thought knives were sharp.

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