Healed not Mended

Many things remain between the truth and the lies we liveJust like the cut that goes through the heartThe cut that can't be mended. Healed yes... but not mended.As it will remain.The waves of the sea heal, the mist of the mountain heals,A long conversation with a friend heals But nothing can mend. For the...

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FROZEN

Whisper, a voice lingers in air like a song Do you still hum those words of love? I wonder if you reprise how we wrote note by note the song not of words but love carved on stone. The earthy fragrance of rain carries reminiscences of our moments ... Spring entwined into Autumn And then...