The same heart that explored the depths of The Tapestry to the Sanctuary is now building a permanent home for stillness here in St. Lucia. This 'Unspoken Growth' is the next chapter of that journey.
A Fractured Heart Beneath the Sky
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| No mending hand, no healing art, can piece together this broken heart. The wounds remain, a constant ache. |
Shattered Dreams, A Mournful Sight
In shadows deep, a heart now lies,
Fractured and torn, where solace dies.
Once whole and bright, a love so pure,
Now shattered dreams, forever unsure.
Like shattered glass, the pieces strewn,
A mournful sight, beneath the moon.
Each fragment holds a memory's trace,
A love lost now, an empty space.
No Mending Hand, A Wounded Core
No mending hand, no healing art,
Can piece together this broken heart.
The wounds remain, a constant ache,
A love's demise, a soul's heartache.
So here it rests, this wounded core,
Forever scarred, forevermore.
A silent prayer, a mournful sigh,
A broken heart, beneath the sky.
