Inhaling the warmth of serenity,
with showers of thoughts,
paved their ways apart.
A smile passing her face,
reminded her of bruises.
For once she had knitted herself,
with the blackened gown;
engraving her soul,
to the darkness of ruth.
Now all she lives with
smile and laughter.
The sprinkles of sunshine,
makes her forget the lies;
she was not made for lust,
she is worth of love.
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