24 April 2011

Easter Song

This heavy heart
is on the move.

Every shred of regret
all set to vacate this place,
this unsafe harbour.

Dark emoting
Feather-light, floating
Buoyed, on the warm Spring air.

You pluck at the strings
and this shabby heart
skips a beat, delights to speak,
to sing, Spring's song.

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