When the dawn becomes day,
the rising sun and the light is too bright,
her eyes are losing but they aren't lost,
And she never gave upon the path she crossed.
Her envy,
For her not being free like the sun, wind and water.
She was a rebel always but the people could tame her.
But this time,
She had a passion and a deep burning fire,
To pursue what she desired,
With which she burnt her past.
Her imagination was a monster which she had to feed,
This couldn't be quenched by the people or the angels above
Cause she was going to achieve what she loved.
Her imagination was her only power,
And then, the mighty universe was impressed,
To embrace her beautiful soul for achieving what she wanted,
The universe bowed down,
Cause she was a diva indeed, but without a crown.
//isabella//
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PoetryIts a collection of poems that I've written and will be writing. Incase if there is any grammatical mistake, please let me KNOW. Also, please show some love and support cause it is my first attempt Have a good day Byeee
