How to stop a fragile heart.
It seems to blow in the wind. Back and forth.
Never stopping to take a break.
It blows and blows in the wind
like a tiny leaf at the tip of a branch.
Ripped off again and again.
Each time it grows, each time it blows. Each time it blows, each time it breaks.
And flies away.
Each time it flies away
there is hope again.
Yet, it remains.