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Last updated on August 21, 2020

Sometimes my words fell short
My verses are not so strong
My strengths a crumbled class
My endurance a burnt mass,

My mask melted not to long
Huffing and puffing
What an art?

Trying to blended in darkened ground
Yet here I am
Running around,

Colours never been my falling
Solids been my calling
Being a lady never been my pursuit
I’m just me paving the en-route,

My words are simple
My ways do cripple
My world being jolted
So shaken!

Lingering on unfamiliar ground
No easy to let go
Crumbled pieces of crown.


Published inProse & Poem


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