Poetry

Predicament

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He didn’t know
what storms she carried,
what scars she wore,
what battles she fought
and what she had lost

for that smile was pensive
her bruise had shades of green
the aftermath of duel still beaming from her countenance
and eyes hollow hiding many tales unseen

and with a hint of skepticism,
and a dash of doubt,
uncertain,
all he could conjure to do,
was to hold her tight in the warmth of his arms

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82 thoughts on “Predicament”

  41. Beautiful. I was unable to read your posts as I was a little busy these days. It is good to read your posts again.

  52. When you don’t have the words to say, a hug is always the right answer. Beautiful writing as always.

  68. Power of hug it is👍👍👍
    Ask someone who haven’t been hugged in a decade.
    That last line just melted my heart❤
    Each word you write is beautiful but more beautiful is your Love!

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