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Each of us with a Fragile hearts in hand;

We warily walk through this garden of love

Taking turns where we ought, and we ought not

But at the end of any one path, what we sought

Isn’t always the harmony of a dove,

But remains of shattered heart in hand.

The crashing sound of water, as it plunged

Hard on ground of stone is treasured.

But, with these hearts we are challenged

To endure breaks and keep moving forward.