A floating heart,
still beating, in the balance,
Cyclone of emotions, in a harbouring hush.
Barely holding together, when drifting apart
In the river of sorrow, this floating heart.
The blowing wind, whispers pain into the waves,
A lure of sentiments, a captivating collection.
In the horror of magic, where shadows play,
Guiding this heart, where emotions find their way.
By Leo Nifha Nazar
