you see how i
shatter hearts made of glass on the floor
spread out the broken pieces in front of you
and you worry
do you see my joyful smile?!!
don't worry my dear
dearest sister
dearest friend
don't worry my dear
because this is where all things come to pass
lost in translation
but - it is what it is
maktub
they say
the mosaics made of those broken hearts
i present to you
in all their glory
joyfully reflecting
lives fruits and seasons
life and death
and love
don't worry my dear
dearest sister
dearest friend
don't worry
everything is written
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