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I pledge to gather the dust and particles of my yesteryear’s burnt-out galaxies of memories until they transform into medals of victory in the museum of my life.

Dr. Zainab Ansari

Her words and sentences are a means of everlasting remembrance of who she is.
DR. ZAINAB ANSARI

Life Poet She Words
Her thunders, storms, lightning, are destructive or life-giving but it all depends on who is standing in front of her.
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Person She Storm Thunder
The world we live in is a forest of frost, with crystal ice webs of lies and deception.
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Cold Deception Frost Live World
Her heartbeats sang the melodies of victorious scars, that held the proofs of invisble doubts and cracks of holding on to patience.
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Doubts Life She Song
As I pen these words, tears flow from my pained heart onto my trembling lips, and the soul seeks release from daily abuse.
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Abuse Cry Help Pain
She is always enveloped in infinite mercy of her Lord.
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Her Lord Mercy She
Her stressed soul had windows of crushing shards of wilting petals screaming for life.
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Crush Life Petal Scream She Stress Window
She was fearless, she loved her darkness and basked in her light.
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Darkness Fear Light She
He had her scent seeping out of pores.
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Himself Love Passion Scent
December is her month to let go and break open with freedom to be her own hero.
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Freedom Hero Life She
With tears in my eyes, I wished I had not let them misuse generosity.
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Life Pain Sad Tears
She was a recovered woman dipped in happiness, cleansed of darkness that would lit her aflame.
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Darkness Fire Happiness Healing She Woman
Look closely and you see me rise from the crumbles of the ruin of my sanity, an antique treasured story of growth.
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Antique Grow Life Sad
Each day she works towards recharging her self towards the alignment of truth.
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Daily She Soul Truth
She wanted him to touch her velvety plush and blossom core, till she moans out words of prose and poetry.
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Desire Passion She Words
She wished he was her essence but he wasn’t even worth to breathe the air she lived in.
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Hurt Pain She

I pledge to gather the dust and particles of my yesteryear’s burnt-out galaxies of memories until they transform into medals of victory in the museum of my life.

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