Rising




Dead to the world,
She lay -
In her room,
On a cold winter night.
Eyes open,
Staring at the ceiling.
Mind blank,
No hope in her heart.

She hears a voice,
His voice -
Coming from far away,
Calling out to her.
She closes her eyes,
Sees him,
Lips smile,
And she rises from the ashes.

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Books by Arti Honrao

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