He found her scattered around,
her heart broken to pieces
so was her soul,
and she had rough edges,
each protruding out,
screaming and telling an unforgiving story.
She was closed,
her thoughts stashed away
in some dark corner,
maybe a closed box,
hard to trace.
And her eyes bellowing red,
hard to tell,
if the crimson sparks
were because of her prolonged crying,
or from the rage she bore in her remnants.
But he didn’t give up on her,
he gathered her piece by piece,
and like a skilled craftsman,
chiseled her,
shaped her,
gave her time to heal.
And then magic happened,
her soul bloomed,
her heart smiled,
she was a new her,
a refreshed soul beaming with elation.
He gently held her hand
and glided her softly to the mirror,
and the
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Beautiful
Thanks so much my friend
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I like this one. Thanks for reblogging it.
Thanks so much for your kind words 😊🌸
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This made me teary
But I don’t want you to cry my dear friend – 🌸🌸
Your poetries are stories of love .And this one was especially so beautiful that it made me cry❤❤❤
Thanks so much for your lovely read. I don’t want you to cry please ❤️❤️❤️
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