

Seek Not My Heart. BOBS POEMOh gentle winds 'neath moonlit skies, Do not you hear my heartfelt cries? Below the branches, here about, Do not you sense my fear and doubt? Side glistening rivers, sparkling streams, Do not you hear my woeful screams?Seek Not My Heart. BOBS POEM
Upon the meadows, touched with dew, Do not you see my hearts a'skew? Beneath the thousand twinkling stars, Do not you feel my jagged scars?
Seek not my mournful heart kind breeze, For you'll not find it 'mongst these trees.
It's scattered 'cross the moonlit skies, Accompanied by heartfelt sigh
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