Nights in torment. . . . .
Sometimes screaming in agony or sobbing her heart out
Sometimes sat still in a complete and utter silence that her heart was in her mouth.
Sticking in the labyrinth of despairs in ages ,
Then ,luck mercifully started to smile upon her and sent some glorious messages.
The first time ever she saw his face. . . . .
A brief encounter with a gentle and caring man ,
Her life took a gorgeous turn,then,
He's got an irresistible smile
Eased her pain and lessened her endless stream of cries.
Daring to confront her life carry on ,
She was brave enough to endure and improve upon.
Like. . . . .
In the stormy rainfall ,
A poor little broken-winged bird was shaky and wet at all.
A carring one who picked and warmed it up and fed it ,
With a tender loving care ,it was accomplished.
A release with a token of love.
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