Her heart was bleeding..
I know this is only coz of me!
I know only me could heal her wound.
But how could I get wounded myself.
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Well dear, storms just come and go; after testing human endurance!
such a poignant composition...i loved your last lines decribing yourself...10/10
To conceive of life without difficulties is an existential absurdity. Storms appear and disappear as nothing is permanent besides change. A good piece of poetry nicely penned from the heart. Thanks for sharing.