Saturday 16 February 2013

Heartbeats




There’s a finite number of heartbeats

To each and every life

Some less than some would hope for

Some more than some would like

Yet every beat’s a milestone

Which flags that one more’s spent

And nothing can retrieve them

From the dark place

That they went.



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