Waiting to be salvaged.
Transcending the blazes she came.
In her wake I found solace.
Enlightening my circle.
Holding my hand through this death cycle.
Emitting divinity. Banishing enmity. Hand in hand.
Eyes to eyes.
Silence prevailing.
Humming breeze flowing.
Lips locking.
She brought salvation to my being.
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Rhapsodic Memoirs
ŞiirA tale of poetry, a pinch of melancholy and a glass of rhapsody.
