Day 4, Forgiveness

Forgiveness

Showmock Ghosh
Literally Literary
Published in
1 min readJan 13, 2019

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The mist hangs over the rustling river
Like haunting memories without a shape
The scarred moonlight, reflected in the water
Broken and vulnerable, like our open wounds

The silhouettes of the mountains
Looming shadows of words spoken in malice
Naked branches, covered in ice
Hardened skins, hiding our hurt inside

You light a fire with the remnants of our love
Maybe the warmth will thaw our lost rhyme
Melt the cold corners of our frozen hearts
Liberate our souls, one more time

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