
From a place of darkness
Stars watch the wounded dreams sigh
On their bed of aches and broken skin
But they are dreams, and all they know is how to rise
―Mona Soorma, Unrequited: Poetry From The Hurting Heart

From a place of darkness
Stars watch the wounded dreams sigh
On their bed of aches and broken skin
But they are dreams, and all they know is how to rise
―Mona Soorma, Unrequited: Poetry From The Hurting Heart
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