Torn Heart

After all the bumps,

Etched on the hilltop core,

A moist of fairy tale escaped her eyes,

That didn’t meet a match of dream,

Forfeited eons ago,

Until the mirror shattered fore more,

Her obscured vision,

Shower her a path,

Where hope rejuvenated,

Like the drooping rose gaining life,

And laid bare at the entrance of the secret pod,

Until she gave it her name,

Like storms famous,

It became a torn heart.

Written by: Soshinie Singh

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