Break
I remember one summer,
I was heart-broken because of my father.
You were there as tears were streaming.
You held me closer.
To me you whispered,
You know,
My heart aches by what makes your heart break too.
🔥
Hera of the Universe
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When She Speaks
PoetryHer gift is being a reverberating stereo even when in silence. So much more When She Speaks. "I can only remember it when I have felt it. And only does it remain, if I have written it in the pages of my thinking. I mark my memories in pages of my po...
