The Poet of the Heart

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The poet of the heart 

who has no voice to sing

A song within the heart

the words that are within

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The music played long ago

to reach the moment now

and as its heard it does come through

a sweet song like a vow

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To sit alone and write

is not a lonely thing

As the portal of the heart

is the grandest song to sing

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A fountain of love that words skip by

Never lost amongst the crowd

There is more behind the motion

a 

Divine Glory Tide

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May a heart become whole again

A love free from all breaks

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The poet sits in silent space

To await this song called Grace

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Anna