She was quiet
The gloom was bright
The night was dark
The silence was alight
She wanted to shout
Her voice went out
The words blurred
The tone slurred
She couldn’t describe
The pain that reside
Within her body and soul
Tired of the scroll
Written by the destiny
Destroying her harmony
Fighting hard
To make a mark
To justify her existence
Marred by ignorance
Strengthening her weaknesses
Assisted by innocence
Living like a legend
Putting fallacies to the end.
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I like this way of writing.. So well penned.. Keep giving 😊🌹
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Thank you so much my friend
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Welcome dear friend 🌹
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Amazing!! You’re good at poetry. 👏
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Thank you so much my friend
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Beautiful writing❤️😊.
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