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 5d
RED
She is the life,
He is the death.
She was mistreated,
He held no breath.
She hoped to end,
He fought to stay.
She kissed him once—
He rose,
She slipped away.
 Jun 28
RED
I saw the moon and fell asleep,
Its light was calm, its silence deep.
But when I woke, the moon had gone—
The sun had come, and took the throne.

He said, “Wake up. Go take what’s yours,
No more dreams behind closed doors.”

The moon is loved for bringing peace,
But the sun? He burns, yet never leaves.
Tired, alone—but still he shone.
And that day,
I chose the sun.
I chose the strong one.
 Jun 24
RED
There were two sides of leaves one sat by her window every starry night hoping to escape other planned,fought,escaped she died on her window she escaped
 Jun 24
RED
I lay on the bed hoping to sleep
Bed was soft but my life was not,later I realised, atleast I tried unlike someone who just died.
That day,
I slept.
I slept for the first time.

— The End —