soft-hearted, sand-hearted
where the tears run through
like water through dry earth
leaving it parched as before
as if the rain never came
except for one brief bloom
a passing remembrance
across a desert of time
a bright, vibrant life
whose inevitable end
kills you with ache
and you envy the hermits
their silent isolation
free of love

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