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FAIRYTALE  💫


She is a fearless firefly finding her light in the flames of kindness and courage. 
She creates shelters for those who need a place to escape. 
She pours out her heart to those who are worthy for her love. 
She is fragile like a wildflower yet, she fights those uphill battles by herself. 
She doesn't need a knight in shining armour, 
for she is the queen of her own kingdom. 
She us worth every battle 
and every war. 
Her eyes speak honesty
Her lips whisper hope
Kindness runs through her veins and loves make her heart  beat faster. 
Do not try to quench her thirst 
for something real 
for she won't accept less. 
She is a question with no answer. 
Don't try to read her. 
Instead listen to her every word. 
Love her and she will give you today. 
Break her and she will cage you tomorrow. 
She is the light you search for during darkest nights she wears the stars on her sleeve.
Remember sky whisphers her name ocean whispers her story.
She is the love you wish to inhale
   -VAISHNAVI DHAMODHARAN

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