In a still Night

In a still Night

Like the water droplets running endlessly from it’s half source, so does the tasteful liquid runs down her cheeks, for pains and agony has engolf her heart for the fear of the mammals without conscience.
With no luck of response, rejection became her surname as she travels a journey through the minds of her oppressors.
Her voice in tranquility became loud as the organs on a stressful duty in a row. Her strength became her worst nightmare, and her womb became her best friend for it is the joy acquired by the songs of her offsprings in sorrow and hope.
Days gone by, yet her mouth had no taste for solid and liquid, buh the gas kept her mood blue in a cold night moon singing the songs of her ancestors watching over her in return of her deed in the land of no Mercy.
With the Stars shining so bright in the skylight attire, she beheld a helping star of encouragement through the voice of the passing gentle breeze.
Alas! her sorrow jingles across the ocean as she cast her net low in waterloo. At the sunset, she fades periodically in a shallow wind, as her eyes closes in hope for a new dawn!!!



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