green-leaves In the shadows of a shattered heart, Where love once dwelled, now torn apart. His voice a whisper, his touch now gone, She walks the night, cold and withdrawn. A crime of love, a silent scream, Killing hope, killing the dream. Her soul, the victim, his love betrayed, A cold-blooded murderer, in heart’s charade. ©Subam Deep Rasaily #brokenheart
