To the battles I have seen, to the black magic of moira they played that of believing is never trusting. Playing with the cards and hiding the joker, is that really they want? Sewing rust in oil lamps and dividing the land of 'we' and 'us' to 'he' or 'she', is what the share of an honest pair? Ah! They shut the shutter of her camera but she captured the real beauty with her own eye. They closed the lone window of her house but she took the fresh air in, before they could close the door. They tore the last page of her diary and she burnt their pen with her confidential tantrums. And with this, she carried p e a c e while mending others broken p i e c e s. She was trying to come out but the gloomy weather binded her sides but she supervised to find her way from the murky locale. But, who shall pull her out from her leaden days and broken dreams? It's 'her' but it's her freedom which is her truest power. Nominated by Persistent Girl ❤️🌻 #pnppendemic #persiscribbles24 #nomineeday24 #yqbaba
