my dreams got shattered into million pieces,
like the mirrors in the great hall of Versailles, would!
reminiscent of the demaneaur of a heartless queen, whose cruelty crushed the innocent lives of millions!
I don't even know if I am able to dream again!
A little bud, called love, blossomed very gently
in my heart,
I never knew it existed!
my heart bled incessantly, but never showed the pricks,
the tiny bud never grew into a flower!
life's challenges, hurts, disappointments,
the dreams got wiped away with a stroke of the brushes
by the cruel fate,
I am left with the faintest streak of light in the horizon!
a beacon
from My Saviour!
A broken angel enduring thinking of her lost love. This poem is full of disappointment and pain. Well written. Keep up the good work. All the best.
I really appreciate your reading the poem, and leaving thoughtful comments. Thank you.
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A little bud, called love, blossomed very gently in my heart.....Again I am moving towards another little thing! I appreciate your poetic acumen and the way you pen! A beautiful poem....10
Another little thing - yes, little things are beautiful and touch hearts the way perhaps a big thing can't! Appreciate your reading my poems, leaving inspiring comments, and rating! Your thoughtful comments are valuable in my journey!