She was outside playing,
Hide and seek,
With her colleagues,
In her purple shirt with jeans,
Making fights with her friends sometimes,
Happily smiling to strangers,
Taking off some of their weighting down issues,
And what they feared the most,
Helping them to perceive,
Hope and love,
Are here,
And to believe,
Those things still exist,
In this world where we live.
Inviting them to bravery,
And optimism,
To try over and over again,
To live well and kind..
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Surviving
PoetryShe wanted to survive so she created art. It's not a roman but kind of a short essay. It's about silence and noise, about introverts being forced to extroversion, about the little secret of an introvert. It's simply about a life among billions. All...
