THE HEART OF A WOMAN
The heart of a woman goes forth with the dawn,As a lone bird, soft winging, so restlessly on,Afar o'er life's turrets and vales does it roamIn the wake of those echoes the heart calls home.
The heart of a woman falls back with the night,And enters some alien cage in its plight,And tries to forget it has dreamed of the starsWhile it breaks, breaks, breaks on the sheltering bars.
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