A Hidden Soul
She's a hidden soul,
Looking for her explanation of presence over the long haul,
She's sufficiently experienced to be a youngster on a basic level
Also, insightful over mind.
She's lost in the paths of quandary,
Not ready to perceive what's genuine and what's phony,
Indeed, even her tears have figured out how to remain behind her grin,
Also, understand what mental fortitude it takes.
She decides to hush up, for she knows
the worth of her grin and tears,
Also, that not every person is valuable
her solidarity and her feelings of dread.
Her spirits longs to meander alongside the stars,
across the length of the sky,
Be that as it may, she's caught in the magnificence of this world,
what's more, can't spread her wings to fly.
She yearns for the stained moon,
in the ocean of swarmed city lights,
You won't have the foggiest idea about she's there,
regardless of whether she's not too far off in your sight.
Say thanks to You?
Much obliged to you to each and every individual who has impacted me in a couple or multiple ways,
Much thanks to you for telling me that even those can influence you who don't remain.
Much obliged to you for allowing me to develop or change my way,
For causing me to understand that even those are steadfast who aren't together all along.
Much thanks to you for being a piece of my excursion of harmed and recuperate,
For making me know the two sides of me well, the phony and the genuine.
Much obliged to you for assisting me with profoundly shaping the considerations that whenever was mixed,
Furthermore, unwittingly turning into a piece of the words I jotted.
Much obliged to you for allowing me to find the side of myself that was concealed for such a long time,
Much thanks to you on the grounds that the impact you had, whether positive or negative,
It assisted me with developing further!
Much thanks to you, as due to you I'm somewhat unique or same regular,
Much thanks to you in light of the fact that how I'm, in that even you have a say!
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