His Heart

February 4, 2013
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No man’s land was
needless to say, deserted.
The landscape and horizon were
parched brown and blasted
by an unforgiving sun.
It looked as if an explosion
had terminated all organic life.
But no, the rocks and valleys
told, not of a swift detonation
but of a slow grinding of sulfur
over all that was good and green
in this man’s heart by
exterior forces of love.

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