To save from the merciless fire
I buried my heart deep down
Many feet under the stony ground.
I buried it into the sunless, moonless, airless darkness
Where the all destroying fire couldn’t touch it.
Years passed and the fire died down
I wanted to get my heart back
I reached for it into that dark depth
But I didn’t find that living, breathing heart.
It became a hard stone in those long years-
I washed it with my tears to soften it
Still it remained a dead weight.
When will she wake up?
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