Leave it broken

Along a sombre winter road
I felt this life a heavy load
A robin blown upon a tree
Began to sing, it seemed, to me.

“Stay the hand that would repair
The heart’s old wounds,
Each cut and tear.
Hear the deathless love well spoken
Stay the hand
And leave it broken.”

About subincontinentia

writer and eternal optimist
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