Years have passed,
Since I wrote,
A word, a letter,
To you, about you.
I don’t hope,
To see you,
Nor do I wish,
To find you.
And yet,
Here I am,
Rummaging through pages,
Of an old diary.
All I find,
Are broken dreams,
Unfulfilled desires and,
A sick rose!
Wabi Sabi 
Heartbreaking yet beautiful
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This is beautiful!
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Peace, solitude & silence are superpowers. Solitude can be addictive at times.
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