Broken vase.
Succulents planted
in its place,
filling space,
naturally enchanted,
momentary phase.
.
Truth reflects.
Mirrors never lie.
Soul connects.
No regrets.
Purpose found, smiles multiply.
Grace in retrospect.
.
Do you know?
Broken pieces hurt.
Don't feel low.
Through it grow.
Oasis in the desert,
it exists, you'll know.
-payalagarwal
NaPoWriMo2021 #Day19
Shadorma -a poetic form with syllable count of 3-5-3-3-5-7
Rhyming scheme: abaaba
Can be extended to any number of stanzas.
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