flow of words, in shades of red-
she wrote when she felt half-dead.
no cure could heal the scars she had,
so she bled in ink... the only way she knew how. 🕯️.                                                          🌧️ the person is rain this side-
drenched in words, flowing with rhythm.
storms like a thriller, peace like a cloud's hush.
between chaos and calm, she writes... ☁️🕯️🌙

keep enjoying the shades of rain - ☘️❄️💌

✨ Rain is a part of me.
a soul fond of words -
one who writes to breathe and carves silence into stories.
she doesn't just pen emotions; she births them,
shaping every thought into polished phrases,
every scar into a chapter worth reading. 📖🪞🕯️

drifting between chaos and calm,
she storms like poetry - and rests like dawn. 🌫️🤍