As you talk, you unmask the Real me..
Hidden in YOU are the colors of my Glory.
Lost and Timid I sit silently,
A tempest within but still outwardly..
Ragged in my own fears n disdains,
Crutched are my thoughtas I lay in pain..
There comes a Voice from within,
And sets the butterfly of my thoughts flying..
Talking to you I conquer my pains,
You take away my crutched fears and Disdains..
The tempest within recedes as we talk further,
Your caring ways set my memories clear..
Your gentle thoughts and caring ways,
Clear my worries n put them at bay..
Your strong and supportive words strengthen me from within,
Making me ready for the next day to face the world with the Power within..
..Shabala Desh
p.s: Thanks for being there..
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