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Plain Hearts
The wise ones say there are billions of others
Dying to change places with the living,
And there are also many worlds
Where the chance to live's not given.
There are voices one hears
With the heart, but never the ears,
And there are plain hearts given free
To flames of unending fire,
Changing molten ore to love:
Resurrection from the funeral pyre.
poem
by
Patti Masterman
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