Here's to hearts,
The ones which are lost,
Falling apart.
Here's to the souls,
The ones who are hurt,
Fighting the cold.
The storms shall end,
The dawn shall break,
Thorns pricked,
But roses await.
-Jovina
There should be a little bit of peace dancing in the turbulence. If not, the souls will shatter. And peace? Even peace should not come alone. That would numb the souls. -Jovina
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