i received my heart one day,
and found a piece of it missing.
i haven’t fasted nor wept,
but, was it taken off by itself?
maybe because it’s too vulnerable,
or maybe because it’s broken—
and broken things can't hide its fragments.
//. we won't find it in a place where we lost it
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Love, Art
Poetry"We are poetically beautiful, even we're vulnerable and broken." This book contains of english poems and prose I've written for the past years until to this date. Some are short and some are quite long. I hope you enjoy reading my pieces!
