Let me love; if not, then let me hate;
An empty heart is a lonely place
An unpaid tribute to life, displayed:
A desert, with no bright or shade.
Golden glows might dim to translucent lights,
Burning fires end in ashes of night,
Yet, they live, they change, make spirits grow,
There life fills heart, death comes slow.
An empty heart is a begging bowl,
Hawked around, spurned, met with stares cold;
A cringing prey, ever on verge of flight,
Desperate for warmth: bonded to plight.
A grave for life to rest ere it dies,
Gasping for breath, vain its tries.
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