Her Interlude
Shut thy heart off filth,
mind who enters here.
Cry not of spilt milk,
better days are near,
closer than you think.
Love will find you,
in purest form.
Hearts heal always,
Tear up no more.
Live to learn,
Learn to laugh,
Let it go.
Forget,
his truth.
Soar.
Copyright © Izintombi Zamambo | Year Posted 2022
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