I am told
Hearts are meant to be lost easily
(Mis) lead by familiar fragrances,
known eyes and smiles
They are fragile
Highly inflammable
Meant to be broken
and be burnt too
but I know hearts
they get healed
when pieces are glued together with tears and time
like mosaics
they beam
they rebirth from the ashes like phenix birds
Like a compass point
Find way back to where love is
And there are hearts
Hidden nside other hearts
Held tight, tangled,
Imprisoned at will


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