Exquisite, in perfections, these sublime recollections, show a truth that was unrevealed. And so, a heart was healed. Thoughts invisible, though never risible, caress a troubled mind. It ceases to be blind. And so, a soul's reborn, midst the early morning dawn. Dawn's words breathe life, without trouble, without strife.
Reason for writing:
Thoughts of long lost conversations, which often come back to me with the meanings I never understood at the time.
Birth sign: Scorpio
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