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The Disavowed Angel
Certain good souls don’t get the deserved gratitude for their efforts and sacrifices made in life. I am trying to portray such a woman whom I will fondly remember, till infinity 💝
Stretching her periphery of ideologies,
tinkering with the intricate threads of her grace.
The music orchestrated like fluid,
virtues intertwined provided her solace.
She used to be fearless poetry,
words flowing into verses eloquent and well-spun.
She was an anthology which spoke Nirvana,
her elocution sounded moksha to everyone.
She was an open book
but a closed one at the same time
She was the epitome of forbearance
a mountain of hope, a poetry in rhyme
But darkness engulfed her
while the stars twinkled bright
She couldn’t pull herself together
when she found herself alone in the fight😞😞
