A small wound once grew, spreading wide and far,
Moving freely, unhindered, like a shooting star….
Yet, it grows bored when left to roam free,
So it turned back, revisiting its path with silent pride….
How ashamed it felt, burdened by its own sting,
Why did we destroy the good, the tales they longed to tell?
Returning to where it began, lessons in tow,
With a promise never to harm, a heartfelt vow….
With humbleness and grace, it starts on a new day,
A promise is made, in a strong and true way….
No more chaos or hurt, no more tears to pour,
A healed wound emerges, peace restored, undoing the stain…..
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