Contemplating!

A contemplating Girl:

 

She Knew.

She was meant to meet catastrophe,

It was only that she learnt from,

It set her free,

On the darkest Days,

She returned to the smell of paper,

of words that healed,

of lives that had gone by,

She could confide in those stories,

The people from centuries away,

Her tragedy gave her life a meaning,

The stories made her life less lonely.

 

Source -girlwhowrites (your quote.in)

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