A Wounded Heart Is Not A Crippled Destiny.
A Wounded Heart Is Not A Crippled Destiny It was a fading light in the middle of the journey of life, hands are loosening off, the standing promises made with gladdened hearts are found unkept after several efforts made in gaining back the one he truly loves, it resulted into futility . Continuity begins a thing to beg for, efforts were uncomfortably rolled out like a roller coaster, it was a moment when tears never stopped flowing because he was hoping at bringing those good memories back into where they were initially,to keep those lovely hands intact as they were in the beginning but it’s a pity, the flexible heart has been uncontrollably moved on. He could not believe what his eyes were able to capture, the book of Ecclesiastes got it all right ,when it states that, there is time for everything under the sun; time to be born and time to die, time to love and time to hate, time to build and time to destroy, time to be together and time to be s