A Fragment Lost

A problem shared is a problem halved.

A heart opened is a form of love life carves.

A blessing on Sunday is like a blessing any other day.

A life that connects with yours forms a part of your destiny, I’d say.

A kiss under the glow of the full moon when it’s pink, is the perfect setting for new love, I think?

A dream so stunning it feels real enough to touch, is a dream worth chasing if it’s not too much to ask?

A corrupt mindset will emit waves of negativity, basking a lone heart in falsity.

Eventually, love will burst open, breaking free into reality, causing the lone heart to crack and fragment, piece by piece in glorious actuality.

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