Wrong Size
it matters little that the world
may often be harsh and wicked,
for it is no match to that gentle,
compassionate warmth that dwells
and swells inside the core of us,
that fans the flames of our being,
because, fortunately, the heart
is magnetized by lofty dreams
that soar way above the skies,
enticed by persevering hopes
that are often the wrong size
of this only planet of ours.
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