Was astounded by the humour in her jokes,
Others were embraced by her radiating warmth,
Each day she wakes to the prominence of the sun,
Instead of persuading the grieve of yesterday.
She weeps,
She smiles,
But most of the times,
She cures.
What a senseless beauty of a mind could you doubt,
She owns the heartless kind of humanity,
When the poverty found no remedy,
She both conquered the forming and unite.
—AF
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From The Diary of Heart: Magnificent Us
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