a beeline to the heart
like a swarm of bees, in a world full of swirling pieces
of my fragmented mind, my queen in person, licensed to kill
preferred herself to be my only footwoman, all my footmen
dispensed with by her mighty sword, mercilessly, for
the means justified the end, to lead me to her dwelling place
my ‘heart’, my one and the only queen ! i call her my "I"
of my fragmented mind, my queen in person, licensed to kill
preferred herself to be my only footwoman, all my footmen
dispensed with by her mighty sword, mercilessly, for
the means justified the end, to lead me to her dwelling place
my ‘heart’, my one and the only queen ! i call her my "I"
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About this poem :
the core of my existence is my "I" thought which leads me to my heart.
the core of my existence is my "I" thought which leads me to my heart.
