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Heart

written by: Martina Rimbaldo

@MartinaRimbaldo

 

Underneath the shell made of bones
In the bed made of flesh
Strange box lays
Constantly beating
It hurts it breaks but it stays unbreakable
It is wounded but it does not bleed
Creates the feelings
It is called a heart
It is a heart that keeps the secrets that no one knows
In that little box everything is written: sorrows, pain, anger, envy, joy.
Everything dies only the heart lives
As a memory in someone else’s heart
In every written word on a paper

In every art you have ever created
A heart lives on –FOREVER!

Martina Rimbaldo

Martina Rimbaldo

Martina Rimbaldo is a 28 year old woman who lives and works in Croatia. She always carries a pen and a notebook in her purse in case of a sudden inspiration in order to write it down. Her work is published in Nightingale & Sparrow and her artwork is published in a weekly blog of Royal Rose Magazine, her photographs are waiting for publication in Bleached Butterfly and Anti heroin chic. She loves to paint abstract paintings, read religious books, watch horror as well as old movies. Her goal is to be a good person.
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