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  • Writer: Laura Grá
    Laura Grá
  • Mar 16, 2021
  • 1 min read



I ache from the sky and back,

In my ocean of regrets,

Shipwrecked on my sorrow track,

My bleeding thought never forgets.


My golden tear ripped my face,

From my bowels to my skin,

Missing my old soulful dance,

Digging dark wounds from within.


 
 
 

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Madalina Duminica
Madalina Duminica
16 jun 2021

Loss can tear you apart or help you transcend, evolve. You are strong and your soul is pure light. That light will guide you through the darkness of sorrow.

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