My heart is aching.

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    My heart is aching.

    My heat is aching, my heart is breaking.

    When will my pain end?

    When can I begin again?

    Till the end I pray not.

    My heart is aching, my body breaking.

    My sole is bleeding, my toes are weeping.

     

    I walk further and further from my home, can I go back?

    Will I go back?

     

    My heart is aching, my heart is breaking.

    When will I begin to mend?

    When will I hear the soft whispers on the wind telling me to make amends?

    Till the tears I shed die.

    My heat is aching, my heart is breaking.

    My sole if fleeing, my heart lies agape.

     

    I journey to find my peace.

    Will I ever find what I seek?

     

    My heart is aching, my heart is breaking.

    When I see him in the end, my heart will mend.

    When I call home again.

    Till the end I fret not.

    My heart is aching, my heart is breaking.

    My sole is shaking, my mind is reeling.

    My heart is aching, my heart is breaking.

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    Poetry is what gets lost in translation.

    Robert Frost (1875-1963) American Poet.

    Ariel’s Poems (18)

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    defenition 0
    Luke 2
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    Rain 0
    The rose 1
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    the tree 1
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    Pain. 1
    Self appointed Berakdown 0
    My heart is aching. 0
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