In the cathedral of the soul, where echoes linger,
A heart lies fractured, a silent singer.
Yet within the ruins, a symphony waits,
To weave a tapestry of love from shattered fates.
With tender strokes, paint the canvas anew,
In hues of healing, in shades of blue.
Each stroke a prayer, each color a sigh,
As hope unfurls its wings to touch the sky.
Beneath the starlit canopy, dreams take flight,
As whispers of solace kiss the night.
Embrace the moon's embrace, its gentle glow,
And let the broken heart find its flow.
In the sanctuary of self, let love reign,
A beacon of light through sorrow's terrain.
For in the crucible of pain, grace is found,
As petals of resilience carpet the ground.
So let the broken heart bloom once more,
In the garden of healing, where scars adore.
For in the mosaic of life, beauty unfurls,
A masterpiece crafted from the broken pearls.
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