Love and betrayal,
made a broken heart fragile.
Wild and whimsical,
our love lasted.
Sad and parted.
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Twigs Of Peace
She ran after the doves,
peace be with her, peace be with her sons;
the one’s she silently protected.
She grew wings out of her blood, every strike on her grew into a new feather.
Purple Empaths 