Bitter sap cascades freely
on the windows of her soul as sleet of ice starts to prick her swollen heart, crumbling and deplete struggling and gasping trying to hold on from unseen Hands she clings on sliding, she grapples for dear life to move on a blinding road, she treks to horizon, unknown moves with the wind flies like the birds lives on the grace the natures’ borne.
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