For Shriyanshi, I use poems to speak when words are not enough.
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I have an angel for a friend,
Bold and beautiful.
Her contagious laughter
Striking all my worries
with its magnificent benevolence.
Her contagious courage,
Striking all my self doubts
with its fearless fortitude.
Yes, she taught me to live again.
She taught me to smile again.
Taught me to laugh again.
And each time I fall amidst a battle,
She gives me her hand to stand back up.
She doesn't have to lift me.
A hand is enough in war,
To fight for the life worth living.
With the storm of her untamed hair,
Like a lioness she strikes.
Like a lioness she strides.
Like a lioness she roars.
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