She was like a winter day, in the season of summer,
She was like a single spade in a deck of diamonds,
She was like a drop of rain in a sea of fire,
She was like a scintillating star in the flood of sun,
She was like the scent of rain in the desert sand,
She was like the torn, final page of an enthralling book,
She was like a smudge of sun in the midst of a storm,
She was like a wilting daisy in a bed of blossoming roses,
She was like an effervescent smile on an onerous day, that made everything seem just a little bit better.
Sometimes she was hard to see,
Some days she was a necessity,
But all in all:
She was different,
And maybe that's what made all the difference.
- Aastha Mehta
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Slowly Drowning
PoetryFrom 2am thoughts, to 2pm reality, From being bullied by your own, to society's brutality. From the darkest corners of my mind, To the abused, unloved, brave and always kind. From the ones who have no home, To the ones who love being alone. From the...
