Lost Love
Ductile banks are eroded by swelling stream,
on the surging water the dislodged soils ride,
unsure if they’d disappear in sea with dream,
or would create a new land somewhere with pride.
Lost love the broken heart can’t ever redeem,
on upwelled tears the distraught emotions glide,
unsure if they would get lost in soul opaque,
or would build a new heart that won’t again break.
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