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YOU SURVIVED, and that's the perfect love story
What a beautiful story this is
a garden blooming after drought
when fire scorched the thirsty earth
and silence sang the darkest song.
You cupped your heart like fragile glass
let quiet wrap around your bones
not rushing past the shattered shards
but learning how to stand alone.
Slow stitches pulled from trembling hands
threaded hope through every tear
and in that gentle mending space
you found the soul you thought was lost.
No crowds or thunder mark your rise
just breath that steadies after storms.
You survived, and in that defining truth
you wrote the perfect love story.
Copyright ©
Hakim Fuhad Mansaray
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