Broken But Beautiful….
People ask me why I love sunsets As they mean everything has an end…. ย But ย it tells that whatever happens all day, A beautiful end can help it mend…. I love how the lonely clouds strand in the sky, distorted…. And I realise that’s the most glorious thing I spotted…. It is beautiful as the weeping cloud pour the raindrops, quite delicate to embrace…. Yet… Read More »Broken But Beautiful….
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