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Oct 2017
She thinks of herself like a butterfly at night
Lost in the darkness and overwhelmed by fright
She has no one beside her and left by her beloved
Till her vision of hope for tomorrow has faded

She smiles gorgeously yet her heart is broken
She's like a rose left alone in the barren
She has bade farewell to all that would come
And already chose a life that is quite lonesome

Yet as the days past she saw a flicker of light
For he arrive at her life and became her knight
He showed her the beauty that awaits tomorrow
He became her hope and proved that life is not mere sorrow

He told her the past does not define your destiny
For it is still in your hands and what you choose to be
So my dearest remember deeply this advice
The pain of the past will make you stronger and wise
Cal Ashiq
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