The pen is kindled once again,
To voice her sermons,
To beget the waves in history.
For she is a phoenix,
Born out of the broken bits,
She bleeds her destiny in ink...!
well said...
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The pen is kindled once again, To voice her sermons, To beget the waves in history. For she is a phoenix, Born out of the broken bits, She bleeds her destiny in ink...! well said...