What the night took was never returned by the sun ..
It was indeed forever lost in that fraction of time ..
But the little one came out of her hiding place ..
To embrace the first rays of sun ..
She sat there under the purple tree ..
Taking in the warmth of Helios ..
To mend her shattering shivering iced heart ..
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Thoughts Dust
PoetrySometimes the only way to go through something is by writing it down .. brain dump it into a blank paper or an empty canvas .. that is exactly what I do when I have no one to share my thoughts with .. or my thoughts are simply too strong, too scary...
