In rare moments my beauty is seen.
Displayed in sophistication.
The hands can't help but to glean
—me in isolation
or preservation.
But then I've been,
Odorless,
Useless,
Spoiled.
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Songs Of A Brokenhearted Soul
PoetryAmidst the darkness, pain, intense emotions and the stirring feelings of fears, doubts, fervid desires and love. A writer was able to write confessions, tales and stories through songs and with the help of his heartbroken soul. #1stplaceineyecatchin...
