The Heart's Sonnet: A Fool's Lament by M. Zayed
In a world of hearts where cruelty doth reside,A kind-hearted fool, in sorrow, must abide,
Though wounds of the past, like shadows, entwine,
He clings to hope's light, a fragile, pure sign,
By kin and by stranger, his heart laid bare,
As if fate conspired to deepen his despair,
As if fate conspired to deepen his despair,
Some souls are bound, in solitude's embrace,
This fool, unfit for truth, finds his lonely place,
This fool, unfit for truth, finds his lonely place,
The truth unfolds, that all must cause a pain,
But how can a heart, so shattered, heal again?
But how can a heart, so shattered, heal again?
Thus speaks the fool, in shadows deep confined,
In solitude's grip, the heart is left behind,
In solitude's grip, the heart is left behind,
In cruelty’s realm, where harsh winds fiercely blow,
The heart’s own gentle touch must mend what’s laid low!
The heart’s own gentle touch must mend what’s laid low!
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