“Your hands are the mosaic Which holds the pieces Of my Soul, Broken edges of my heart, Fragments of my grief, And a prism that contains Everything that I ever wished for, Buried and bruised in wounds Of all the colors that there are, In the spectrum of our bond You and I shared.”
Quote by Bakht Ashraf
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