Sacred gifts lay broken around us
They can’t be fixed, or destroyed, or erased
Silent daggers sever hearts
Yours. Ours.
Broken Spirits
Broken People
Broken World
Broken Things
28 Sunday Aug 2022
Posted in Words matter
Thoughts From The Back Of The Room
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28 Sunday Aug 2022
Posted in Words matter
Sacred gifts lay broken around us
They can’t be fixed, or destroyed, or erased
Silent daggers sever hearts
Yours. Ours.
Broken Spirits
Broken People
Broken World
What a sad poem. The sun will come up with the dawn. I hope it shines on you.
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