Unheard Value
Being swayed by her ocean of thoughts,
She ignored the sadness it quietly brought.
Imperfect, as she may seem,
She is the personification of a weather’s dream.
Around the world of noise,
She plots her own peace, her silent voice.
Within the battle of emotions, she waits
To see which one has won.
Aiming for the best, she reckons —
Life’s finest values are the first to be forgotten.
As hard as she looked at it,
Failing to realize...
Failing to see —
Shadows softly fall,
And a warm light whispers within.
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