She lived her life in style,
every day a memory,
every occasion a moment of pride
She was a dream to aspire,
a hope of making the dead alive,
A desire to weave
a reason to nurture believe
That’s how she appeared to the world, beauty, perfection, astute, impeccable were the superlatives
she was known for
But people failed to see,
how she achieved
what the world now envied
For her grit to succeed,
the abrasion and the bleed,
the emotional turmoil,
and the times
when she broke down and coil,
all the harsh realities were never seen by those eyes,
as they thought she never had to try,
for she was born to touch the skies
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you could write an entire novel on her character.
You are very kind. Thanks so much, Wendi
Well written!
Shantanu, I must agree, you really could write a novel on ‘her. and it is going to turn out so poetic, so gorgeous that everyone is going to want to steal her away from you 😀
You guys are too kind. Thanks for your beautiful words. Btw she is a gale never to be tamed and live on her terms, not in anyone’s captivity
🙂 well written!
Thanks so much. So appreciate it
again………always my pleasure.
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This one will resonate with many of us here😊
The best thing about your poetry is you write the truth.Your words always tell a story that has definitely happened with someone in some part of their life❤
Thanks so much my dear friend. I so deeply appreciate your read ❤️❤️