Hollow echoes of a forgotten past cascade through the empty chambers of the heart. The sound of the rumble is always felt but never heard. The river of pain and loss steadily flows from within, with nowhere to escape; its pressure ever increases. As the river fills in every crevice and every crack, only a small valve is found through the viewer of the world. As It flows out in silence, without sight, and without touch, it lands on the scorched earth where its fumes are released to be breathed in as a reminder of the bitter solitude.
Our hearts create a better tomorrow. For its effects are felt, seen, and heard beyond ourselves. An oasis created by love, with the power of our heart and soul. To heal our hearts is to heal the world.
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