Her heart;soft,yet strong-
Trapped love and pain.
With hope,it's bells rung
To rebirth it's dead pieces.Heartbreaks come with weakness
And hopelessness,but hers;
Made her bloom in greatness
Till she rose to mars,With her broken wings,she'll soar
Success,hope and courage-
Like a lioness,she'll roar.
Happiness will be her range!@poetickaleidoscope
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MACÉDOINE [Poetry]
PoetryA collection of random poems about anything and everything.