From Love

dried up my heart

since in this world

only

money and power

it has learned

to cross.

Sadness girdles my heart

and with time flying by

it hardens relentlessly

until everything

goes dark

entirely.

At last,

my heart has become hard as stone

not being touched by anyone

and so it succumbs to

fatality.

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