With every single bloody tear she shed,
In place of love, sorrow she bred,
With a broken heart inside she bled,
She wept and wept, till all her pain fled,
Dreams became better, and free from dread,
Slowly the chaos cleared in her head,
They all did see, all those who thought she was dead,
That she sailed out of the storm, and came out ahead,
She may have lost her love in the ocean,
But in the end, she found herself instead.
― Advaita Inamdar
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