what is it that you pray for so hard?
what is it that you yearn for this much?
what is it that you breakdown and get on your knees for?
What is it that you wish you could have, but you're aware you never will?
What is the remedy for your fractured heart?
What is it that makes you weep to God?
What is it that your shackled, besieged soul wants?
Tell me what is it?
"Inner Peace"
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Rosētum
PoetryHere lie the roses, the roses that are the foundation of my rose garden, pluck them gingerly, here lie the roses that grew full of toxins and purity. Here lies my heart, My Rosetūm. All pictures in the story are mine!
