(Image by Cindysart)
How beautiful
To be broken
It’s a gift
Not just a token
This rare gift is free
To look
On the inside of me
Pieces all around
I gather the good bits
Form a Uniform mound
Sad bits untold
With the memories
They hold
How beautiful
To be broken
A mystery
Rarely spoken
From the mound
I begin to mould
And a new Me
Unfolds
A second chance
A new life
For a future
Foretold
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Smell The Coffee 
June 5, 2017 at 5:49 pm
Beautiful 💕
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June 5, 2017 at 6:21 pm
Thank you 😊
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June 5, 2017 at 6:10 pm
Marvelous.!
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June 5, 2017 at 6:20 pm
Thank you 😊
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June 5, 2017 at 6:23 pm
http://wp.me/s7BbJN-darkness do visit my blog. I hope you like my work. 😊
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June 5, 2017 at 6:25 pm
Loved the post on Darkness 👍🏽
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June 6, 2017 at 4:56 pm
Beautiful poem I liked the image .😄
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June 6, 2017 at 5:21 pm
Thank you 😊
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June 12, 2017 at 3:25 pm
Excellent gosh Vivian the way you create is so simply beautiful
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June 12, 2017 at 7:00 pm
Awww, thanks Cory, I’m honoured!
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June 12, 2017 at 7:11 pm
I guess that makes us both then it’s an honor you share these and i’m able to read them I say 😊
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June 12, 2017 at 7:53 pm
😊😊
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