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🌊Solace

Winter Heart

Nanda Regine

I feel coldNot from the biting breeze, nor the slicing waters of my tearsBut from youMy mind remains a dark wonderland of the ghosts you awakenedThe ghosts that arose from my soul that was once aliveYou did thatMy eyes mourn over the sad truths that my heart cannot leap overMy body shivers from the memories of each stab, scratch and stingFrom the river of your speechesFrom the thunder of your violenceLastly, from the crisp shine of the aftermathYouAre the reason, for the winters of my Heart

— Nanda Regine

From “Inside Her Roses”