It pumps blood,
It pumps feelings,
It is an orchard full of love;
But it doesn’t express.
It feels pain,
It feels love,
It blooms emotions;
But it buries this stuffs.
It comprehends others,
It understands other souls,
It is ironical to brain;
But it feels truth.
In it’s every lub dub,
Flows millions of emotions.
Caged between lungs and ribs,
But it is a free spirit.
It sanks,
It flies,
It’s everything;
It’s heart.
Elderd Sawe Publication. 