The melancholy of pain surrounded her
So intense that it clinched her heart
All the accusations raining on her
Whom should she turn to?
When your own is your enemy
Which hand to grasp?
Like a wounded bird with no wings
No hope to fly
No sight of freedom
The voice whispered in her heart
Look inside
Here is your liberation
A panacea to your wounds
Wings of love
Giving you the freedom to live !
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