The world ravaged by despair, she took deep breaths and let out sighs that echoed in the silence. The rain began to soak the remnants of the past, cleansing memories like old masks discarded. Among the ashes of the past, she stood on the floor of her old home, ready to rebuild. As the sun rose, she could feel hope emerge like a phoenix. She began to weave dreams for her future, igniting a fire within her heart. With a flip of her hair, gazing at the blue sky, the sun kissed her skin as she held her head high.


We need to hold our heads high. Great poem, Susi!
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Yes, we do!! Thanks so much, Sara!
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Marvelous!!
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Appreciate it, Val! Thank you!
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Sunlight gives warmth and hope, true enough.
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Indeed! Thanks for reading!
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So beautiful and inspiring Susi.
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Appreciate that so much, Sadje! <3 Thank you!
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You’re most welcome
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And I’m proud of her. Such an empowering story, Susi 😊
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:) Me too! Glad you enjoyed it, Shweta!
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❤️😊
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Excellently worded, Susi … 🌏😍🖋
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Thank you for that, Ivor! :)
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You’re welcome ☺️
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Awesome Susi <3 loved this! <3
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<3 Thank you so much, Carol Anne! I'm really glad you liked it. :)
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