Stitching up a broken heart,
A trade, a cult, a work of art,
A skill, perfected, takes its time,
To tack a thread through the fault line.
A needle, in its own, is hard,
Enough to find when thoughts are jarred,
When blessings melt into a curse,
It only makes the line grow worse.
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The fear of losing the one you love To predators of the night To those who care not of boundaries And prey upon unending light.
Love takes many forms; Some are splendid and shining. Some are quietly beautiful like a river ever-running. It is patience and softness. It is unbending strength.
And then the Sun always shines After each and every dark night Lighting the paths and showing the signs "There are options but no wrongs or rights" And then the Sun always smiles Sometimes it's...
A crystal clear droplet of fluid, refreshes soul in the emblazoning heat. Allow it to sooth your scorching wounds, Though being so small, it's no easy feat.
Super glue will do When you want to stick things fast But it's semi permanence And not really made to last How about some Special Brew.
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I once held a precious treasure, a fragile beauty in my hands. A prism of reflective pleasure, with gentle radiance it shone. It was formed with compassion, in a furnace fired with love.
I took a chance. Asked life for a dance. Held loosely to its hand. To dance freely in every land. I took a leap. And tried not to think deep. Rejoicing the dance under the clear sky.
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