Shrivelled Heart Strings

 In Short Stories

Sometimes the heart gets so heavy with emptiness

That it unheeded and clumsily rolls through the centre of life

Like inconsequential tumbleweed

Being tottered hither and thither

Waiting for the release of rain

To swell the dried up heart strings

Into something approaching joy

To quietly and trustingly come back to full saturation of lightness
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