What I know by Heart

What I know by Heart

The soft cry of a babe—
no words
yet, there is a need.

The howl of the wind
unseen
yet, it bends the 
branches
creating a ballad.

A hawk
soars in the sun’s light
because it can.

Two old lovers
sit side by side,
hand in hand
watching the sun sink
into the sea.

The final farewell—
when the last touch
lives in the heart.

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