She has not lost her courage…


Once, a crowded hall
Under the ruins,
Is in a broken state..
Is it the unpleasant truth of her life,
Or is it just myth….

Every crack, pieces of broken edges,
Representatives of her
Shredded life….

Hidden behind a laugh,
Void of love, void
Family Definitions….

But that's not the answer,
To the emptiness of her life ...
These thoughts making her harder.
But she's not lost,she won't die..

Only the mind weakened with constant denial.
She is standing..
Like the weakened wall of that room.

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