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My heart anew

Poetry By: Kyle abstract
Travel


This poem is about my kindness to my fellow friends and how they return none of it. And the kindness that is returned to me from others I call my friends. My true friends. I explain my land that I live is an evil place and places evil upon my heart, so a new journey I must travel elsewhere.


Submitted:Jul 1, 2012    Reads: 11    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


I feed these people

With kindness

They see this and yet no return

The ones who truley see

The best side of me

are who I call my friends

This valley so low

My heart can not follow

for evil is placed in my heart

I will be gone soon

To a place of rejoice

Where my heart will see anew.





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