He still thinks of she
He still hopes to marry her
He still think because
He feels she remains the same
He feels she should remain the same
He feels she would remain the same
The same
Who smiled shyly when she saw an envisage - his face
The same
Who blushed lightly when he spoke a kind word - in haste
The same
Who accepted an outdated apology and returned, after esloin - dazed
He still feels
Regrets maybe?
Turn back the hand of the shredded clock, hopefully?
Such a forlorn love
If only he knew,
That the one he loved,
is gone
Thrice, now and for all.
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She is a Strong Nation
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She Is A Strong Nation
Poetry"Beauty in the broken" Receive the breaking to become broken, Release the insurgency to regain freedom And embody healing. There's truly beauty, wholeness, comfort, humility, passion and Fire for Love and All God embodies, in the broken; where sight...
