By Jibi Annie Jacob
In shadowed valley, whispers weave their spell,
Her name is sƟtched in leaves that dance in the breeze,
An echo of a Ɵme she cannot quell,
A silent song sighs through the trees.
Beneath her skin, a mosaic of stars,
Each fragment holds secrets of the night,
A constellaƟon bound by unseen scars,
She seeks her place in that fractured light.
The broken mirror reflects a thousand eyes,
A labyrinth of truths and veiled disguise,
In each reflecƟon, hidden futures lie,
A tapestry of dreams she cannot deny.
She treads a path where ancient rivers flowed,
Through valleys rich with tales yet to unfold,
Her heart, a compass, guiding where to go,
To emerge like a phoenix, fiery and bold.
By Jibi Annie Jacob
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