Agony of a crestfallen heart,
Seems magical the way it heals,
Extracting pieces of broken trust,
Still entrenched in it.
Trusting one’s perception,
Looking forward to entertain
The upcoming moments,
Like ointment on bruises.
Cannot erase trivial impressions,
But, compassionate emotions
For the acquaintances around,
Act like the spells, diverting grief.
©️Aditi Anvita (Anvi).
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