Had a very, very brief 'poetic' moment last night, just before going to sleep. Something that has not happened for a long time. So, let me jot it down before it vanishes away :
" I bloom from the broken hardened soil;
I love from a healed broken heart.
Beauty from ashes."
Perhaps the next words that will come in the next 'poetic' moment that will hopefully come more often, there will no longer be references to the past.
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