When hearts collide.
When hearts collide in a mad rush
In a shower of fireworks, in sparks
That rock, the earth
Hearts shudder, and run to take cover
Not knowing when or if the bombs
Will swiftly take over
Explode suddenly from which
One may never fully recover
She smiles in the dust,
In the aftermath, he left behind
She drags her feet in the wreckage
In the debris,
It just wasn’t meant to be
And her heart hardens once more
The edges grow wings
While catapults pull her up
When she forgets to attach the strings
Oh, his word was not worth the gun powder
He paid to shoot her down
His eyes gazed upon her
Just to, easily turn away without a sound
But her waters manage somehow
To remain pure, quietly profound
Take another shot; make it your best aim
Don’t look away, don’t hesitate
She will always come out stronger
She’s a survivor despite the arrows
That attempt to maim
Keep marching, keep saluting
Keep wondering
Through the rain
Keep promising, keep crying
Keep holding her
Through the pain
One more step, closer toward you
One more moment, spent swimming
In the river blue
In the aftermath, he left behind
Cannons fire, threatening the silence
She remains standing
While the hills continue
To echo the same
She will never change.
For more beautiful work by Liane Schmidt:
very touching. i like best how you translate it to all women out there! 
Very Talented I am jealousy 
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