Heart is like a turtle in its shell
Hiding inside scared of moving
Fear keeps it in, it is safe there
Life’s music not its song
Sweet words not its rhythm
Slowly comes out in silence
Solitude is its most favourite
Gently touches the surface
What is it going to be?
Inside or outside the shell?
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lovely .thanks for posting such beautiful poems
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