Moistened rivulets upon flushed cheeks
sculpt betrayal of a shrouded scar.
A heart immured, a spirit stilled,
ladened fetters from afar.
Free her from these vines that bind,
renew her with each embrace.
Let the wounds that scathed of yesterday
become kindling for a love engraced.
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Categories: All Poetry, Life & Love, Poetry by Phoebe
Lovely poem dear.
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Thank you. Hope you are well! 🙂
Your welcome dear, ya I’m doing alright thanks for asking. 😀
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Beautiful
Thank you kindly 🙂
Very comforting! Thanks!
Thank you for reading 🙂