I have an incurable heart.
It gathers in the dark.
Starlight music, like a musical harp,
And shingles on a beach
All the sounds and rhythms
You thought, were far out of reach.
I have an irredeemable soul.
It can't be purchased or sold.
Yet, isn't its value like 24ct gold?
Banked in a vault worth
More than its confines can hold.
More than the limitations of an ever,
An expanding universe can safely compose.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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