She knew how to give life to the yellow flowers,
Even when all colours seemed to drain out of her life.
She knew how to see the world in her own way and fall in love again and again,
Without any hesitation,
Even after losing everything,she could call her own.
She is a soul i know,
She is a soul you know,
We see her everyday, in the crowd of millions,
Struggling to fit in.
Her stories are unspoken,untold.
Because she resides in you.
She sleeps in your veins.
She is the power,that tells you everyday to wake up,and feel all the colours you are yet to see. ..
Pen and ink on paper.
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