We are all scarred and always in search of healing. With a busy life followed by heaps of responsibilities and gallons of thoughts, we have somehow turned into a lifeless object which keeps collapsing, decaying, bleeding and still manages to stand up and continue.
I never thought healing can be so relaxing till the time I have met him. My wounds were bare, infectious and deep. Prior I would have stopped every step towards me in a fear of being hurt all over again. Then he came like the melting sun in a foggy winter morning, with hands full of hope and eyes emitting magic spell.
My sleepless nights were overshadowed with my carefree giggles. It was he who made me realize that we heal when we wish to. His words rejuvenated spark in my dull being. It was long since I have felt a soothing touch. His words soothed my soul with a tender touch. Like a fresh dew drop in the morning, his smile tilted on my cheeks with thousand hues of happiness.
Suddenly my world had all the colours: the creams of cherry blossoms; the lush green from the enigmatic valley; conjuring blue from the winter sky; red, yellow, purple, black, orange, pink, magenta, blue, brown from the season of fall.
His whispers linger in my ears till the time I hear him again, his token of affection caresses my heart when he can't be there to console me. As the sunny ray melts on the dew and the chilly breeze passes by; his arrival turns the shadowy white into gleaming gold.
When things seem tough and the old wounds lay bare, don't be afraid. Let the wind pass, pricking your soul one more time. The gospel of magic will heal you.
I never thought healing can be so relaxing till the time I have met him. My wounds were bare, infectious and deep. Prior I would have stopped every step towards me in a fear of being hurt all over again. Then he came like the melting sun in a foggy winter morning, with hands full of hope and eyes emitting magic spell.
My sleepless nights were overshadowed with my carefree giggles. It was he who made me realize that we heal when we wish to. His words rejuvenated spark in my dull being. It was long since I have felt a soothing touch. His words soothed my soul with a tender touch. Like a fresh dew drop in the morning, his smile tilted on my cheeks with thousand hues of happiness.
Suddenly my world had all the colours: the creams of cherry blossoms; the lush green from the enigmatic valley; conjuring blue from the winter sky; red, yellow, purple, black, orange, pink, magenta, blue, brown from the season of fall.
His whispers linger in my ears till the time I hear him again, his token of affection caresses my heart when he can't be there to console me. As the sunny ray melts on the dew and the chilly breeze passes by; his arrival turns the shadowy white into gleaming gold.
When things seem tough and the old wounds lay bare, don't be afraid. Let the wind pass, pricking your soul one more time. The gospel of magic will heal you.
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