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Look at Me

Its Different It is not a Quiet Show, I am Naïve; Faults are my bitter Sword But I don’t want them to See until I get it better; Let me hide Underneath. There are Eyes , waiting for my turn. Harshness; I see them Burn Me too, I don’t want to Be what they want Me to Believe I am scared to Breathe. An Empty shell of Life, Softness preaching Wise, Look at Me; I am here Stronger in the tough times, I am a Story of a Lifetime. But I am Naïve, Faults are my bitter Sword Accustomed ; I haven’t really thought of being a persistence Gibe. Hold me until I can Decide. Pushed ahead its been a quiet a time, Hiding, is not even a Choice Still Underneath; Now You Belong to the Sky, Meet Me; I Owe you for a another Lifetime. So Its different, It is not a Quiet show Henceforth ; the Noise I subscribe for, is not something I Adore But I walk with a smile stopping as they Arrive , Quiet in high Canopy my fears fall as they Arise. I still build my Prodigy, In Solitary exquisite As You Continue to, Look at Me.

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Date: 7/6/2020 4:30:00 AM
Beautifully written, Sonali.
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Sonali Thakur
Date: 7/12/2020 8:31:00 AM
Thank You soo much for appreciating !!