...flipped decades.
Dusks still sleep silently.
Pushing hard through the crowds-
Amid the abandoned dreams. Reneged promises...
Wounded time. Caged shadow.
...she walks- tall.
And she will continue to-
dusting it off after every fall!
Detangling the strings-
Solus.
She stood.
~Hridayaninadini.
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