She was in love with life,
Blue, turquoise, velvet, and green,
Every hue an unique shade of gleaming sheen.
Wild and abstruse she sailed like a lark,
A feral soul hounded with a hark,
Terms were hers,
So was the stage,
Like a rebel, she escaped the cage.
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Beautiful description of a free soul.
Thank you, Megha
Your vocabulary is good
Terms were hers …so was the stage❤️
Thank you so much Adhitya
Thanks for reading and giving such beautiful comment 🌸❤️
I loved those lines ..gud job
Thanks again 🤗
Again Adithya.😊
😱 so sorry -, I will get it right one day 🤗