There is beauty in things broken
until they are stripped bare of even the brokenness.
Then, beauty has no foothold
and the heart can change no more.
That broken beauty must be saved,
held on to with a fierce tenacity
For even the most fragmented soul
will find itself again
as long as that natural, inherent splendor
(the gentle knowledge of the majesty within)
is maintained.
Only when that core of heavenly sentiment
is forgotten,
only then
is a soul truly lost.
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