A dancer hidden behind the sounding drums.
An apocalypse dawning before the end of time.
Too sudden for all like a thief in the night,
She was born into the world and was scornfully bred.
Her innocence lost within the sting of a life
that engraved its insignia underneath her skin.
For once she was, fresh as cherry blossoms,
now lays cocooned in her own shrine of bitterness.
She is...
A soul desperate for notice among thousands.
A soft wind whistling through an empty chasm.
A girl loathed and betrothed to a dying hope.
A life that lost its own and now lives in many lives.
Inspired by Nambula Nyambe's eponymous quote; ''A life in many lives''.
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