Wonen
The soul of a woman yearns for a love akin warmth of the sun
For deary night, misses sleep, gazing at the stars
Before the morning ray kisses her face
Take those wounds into account and numb the exuberating pain in an embrace ?
The ink scribes lines
And colour the paper for equality, justice and mercy
For the scars within deepens guised by facade of smiles of being loved and acknowledged
While sinking deeper into an gravely abyss of our love, nothing is left to be condemned!!!!
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