Friday, 9 May 2014


Handle with care,
Once broken,
Its beyond repair.
Twice broken,
Whatever is left of it,
Buried deep in the heart,
From it shall grow,
A tree so big,
Shading its ground,
From any jealousy,
Hurt, and doubts,
The ground hardens,
The heart is now a tomb.

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