Souls fell at ten,
Bodies never met.
Hearts beat love at ten,
Souls met at heaven.
Years promising closure,
Separated by and by.
Distance held pleasure,
Love, pain became way to measure.
Love bloomed at childhood,
Withered by life, by world.
Separation defined adulthood,
Against the hurdles, love high stood.
Time became slow,
Poisoned the bodies, not the souls.
Hearts that beat love at ten,
Their souls met at heaven.
- Zayana Cullen
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Silent Whispers of Dysphoria
PoetryWhen mirror is not enough to reflect emotions, when talks are not enough to convey feelings, a silent poem and a pen and it's creations may help. Edit (April 14, 2020) : This book was previously titled as "Autumn Leaves" *NOTE FOR READERS* Dear rea...
