MY PAL!
She walked above the clouds, high on the hill
Rough as the water, soft as the rock.
Rose above the drowning night,
Shining above the gleaming light!
A line of pure, book-honored
She was a poem herself
Realizing through the war of chases.
On a random night of songs,
She is the one I pick to dance to!
Copyright © NIVETHA Ganapathy | Year Posted 2024
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