Who would have ever thought so.
Who would have ever imagined.
Who would have even guessed.
No one, no one in the entire world would have.
Not even I could have predicted this.
Forlorn, I looked in the middle of nowhere.
What felt like the end came both preserved I was kept.
I became important, I realized I had worth.
I became a shelter and the only one of my kind their.
I don't know what to call such.
I don't know of a better name
But am sure it's Grace.
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When The Heart Opens...✔
PoetryA play of word From my world That was a rhyme From my time...
