***If you don't write when
you don't have time for it, then you won't write when you DO have time for it***
She was amiable,
Not very hard to read
But beyond understanding
She was a mystery,
Inhibiting the mind
Of those who try to
decipher.
Nobody knew the color of
her feeling
For it kept changing
A moment it was red,
yellow,
Green, white or black
But blue was prevalent.
Everyone saw the
exhaustion
In the beads of sweat
But not her pain
In the grilled of
emotions.
And there was no heal,
For her body wasn't in a
pain
But her soul was on the
quest.
And she was flawless with
the way
She carried her flaws with
an ease.
She was no less in agony
But it was no less miracle
To see her moving on.
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