Everlastingly...
I a held.
While....
Little hearts reach to me, desperate for love.
Small hands grasp, looking for mine to hold.
In a beautiful mess I became clean.
Empty eyes stare, wondering why I'm different.
Hoarse voices scream, trying to be heard.
Blind minds churn, searching for something to save them.
Exhausted bodies run, until they find the one,
Who made the Beautiful Mess.
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