Her Wrath

A delicate soul.

Crush it not with the miseries of the world. 

Give it warmth, love, and attention.

It silently demands for a lot more. 

Withering in pain, burning brighter than the flames

It steers clear from emotions.

‘cos it knows it will be drowned in them.

Jealousy pierces like a thousand knives.

So, it decides to turn into a stone.

With tears of ice in its eyes.

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