We are the face of a burnt coin.. Engraved yet dark... Unseen yet there ...
We are the soul ripped into pieces of a puzzle .. Separate yet fitting
perfectly ..
There are days we might say the lines are not visible, the pieces don't fit ..
But isn't that too little for the larger truth that prevails ..
A rough road is patched .. Not abandoned ..
A barren land is watered .. Not cast away ..
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hamza ..
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