Thursday, 5 September 2024

 

The path she treaded
Was soiled with blood
No one knew her story
Yet, she chose to drape the color
To camouflage the pain
Layered in her

No one knew her story
She didn't wish the world to decipher
For ultimately
It became her color.

©LR


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