some hearts
Published in
May 26, 2023
poetry
Some hearts are vacant
In them, resonate and rumble the uneven steps
Of those who trample it,
The delicate hands of those who can handle this lightness.
Some hearts are vague:
since the initial kiss that gives life back, they have no hooks.
They stay, for a while, where they can anchor them.
Some hearts are of flesh
they beat accidentally and come to an end
due to big fears or unbearable joys
because they cannot stand excesses.
Then there is mine,
that beats without a reason.
