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In the deep silence of the evening, I remember her needs hidden like a pearl in the shell of time,
the same as yours and mine, never forgotten, never postponed by the wind of oblivion,
a dream that blooms like a flower of light at dawn, carrying promises of infinity and hope,
a desk where ideas take wing and soar, like birds searching for their long-lost sky.
She needs a friend who listens like the wind that whispers the secrets of the night,
a job that pays her dignity, not just her hours, like a treasure of recognition,
a room of her own, where silence means peace, not punishment, a sanctuary of unfulfilled dreams,
a space where thoughts dance freely, like leaves venturing into the autumn dance.
She needs respect, one that is not earned by diminishing, but like a mountain that rises,
through forced smiles or those yeses when the soul says no, like a river changing its course,
she needs to be heard not after the meeting has ended, but like a sun that never sets,
not hidden between the lines, but in titles and recognition, like a star that doesn’t fade in the eternal night.
She needs freedom, without footnotes, like a boundless sky full of wandering stars,
love, without conditions that confine her being, like an ocean embracing every shore with longing,
an immense space to spread her wings of dreams, like a dream becoming reality, without limits,
she needs what you need, not as a favor, not as a gift, but as a right written with the same breath.
That made both of us humans under the same sky, seeking the light of truth and eternal love,
and yet, why is it always about me, mine, I, like an echo of a story forgotten in time,
why not us, ours, together, like a symphony of souls intertwining in divine harmony,
because we rise when we rise together, like flames dancing in the same fire.
For equality is not a threat, but a promise we have yet to fulfill,
but we dream of it fully, like a guiding star in the dark sky of our unspoken hopes,
in this flow of thoughts and silent desires, we see that true power lies in our unity,
and that the world becomes brighter when we hold hands, when each of us has what we truly deserve.
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