images-2“Tell me which piece of you
You love the most?” He asked
And A sound escaped her lips
The shadow of words
Which never were there
She knew it was wrong
She should have had an answer
But her lips quivered
And no words came
And a sense of wrong
Started to take a toll,
It was sad
That a girl  had grown up
Without seeing
the many facets of her own grace.

~ Saadia

Merry Christmas everyone. 😊 Joy to all.

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