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





Wonderful
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Beautifully said
simply gorgeous
Beautifully said………….your poetry ALWAYS touches those who read it……….
Hugs, Pam
Hugs!! 💙💙
Amen…
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