She was like the wind. She would go places, touching and soothing each soul
She was like the butterfly, sucking nectar from the flowers
She was like the sunshine, brightening up her surroundings
She was a loner, a happy loner. Creating magic in every moment
Only that her happiness was short lived
She was burdened with the glorious purpose
The expectations, the people, life in general, was ruthless, and wouldn’t suit her
Her grace died with her involvement in life and she couldn’t revive
Only memories remain of the moments she spread happiness in
Now, she would just exist; exist as an entity and not like a living life
She would just cherish the memories; her and the souls whom she had touched with her sweet nectar
Cheers to you, cheers to lyf…!
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