The eroded womb
brood in secluse and silence
under the pre-historic skies,
To be born over and over again
in the ancient temple of my heart,
lost in time, lost in love.
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“How frail the human heart must be, a mirrored pool of thought...” - Sylvia Plath
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So poignant, this is easily one of my favourites so far!
ReplyDelete~Nandini