She ...

Thursday, August 27, 2015 Hiba Moeen 3 Comments



An air of coldness was around her,
Yet a glow of warmth would surround her.
She was a symbol of hope,
Yet a reflection of despair.
Her smile was a literary trope,
Yet her temper a volcanic glare.
She was a mystery unsolved,
With thoughts disputed and unresolved.
Her mind was a treasure unexplored ...
But silently it often roared.
She was two souls locked in one,
The key of which was possessed by none!


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