Some heavy hearts
are hard to break
they hold fast to trees
when winds blow and shake
Until just the right tug
the perfect caress
they fall into open hands
they fall into distress
Gentle hands
carry them away
lay them gently
amongst the lilies as they sway
but gentle hands
do not remain so
they pick up hearts
and ready to throw
the heavy hearts
were hard to break
now are riddled with holes
and wrenching ache
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