Wounded I love your gentleness Even though I see your fire You are a wounded soul Who fights I feel your ire Rugged exterior But silently brooding Your spirit bruised Its power immense But always eluding Your head is lit by the moon Your heart darkened by the storms Your body has been hewn LetContinue reading “Wounded”
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Poetry For Healing 