The needle of suspicionHas no eyeIt doesn’t see the truthIt has a point, a place on the scaleIt does not pierce, tearOnly vacillatesIt cannot rest stillOnly tilts the balanceOf life foreverWith the slightest movement of air. Needle it isCannot inject hopeCannot stitch heartsReaches nowhere into either of the pans.
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Verses from the Heart 