within the fragile drums of strength

unbreakable . in the things that you make me feel

( hard to name

but felt with every little part of me )

even when these erratic heartbeats of mine

are made entirely

of paper-thin glass,

even then, I would shatter it into a million and one

fragmented pieces of hope,

turning it into softly falling snow

( the calm of a lost meadow ) under my winter sun

that golden glow touching the fragile drums

hidden under my chest

somehow, you can always hear them

sensing the rhythm, sensing the strength I seem to forget

how do you do that,

my beautiful soul?

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