By Isha Dilshad
In shadows deep, where sorrows creep,
A heart once lost in darkness weeps.
Amidst the gloom, the black calla stands,
It's petals whisper of forgotten lands.
The dark red rose, with thorns that bite,
Holds tales of pain of endless nights.
Yet in the depths, a flicker glows,
A spark of hope, where courage grows.
Then comes the dawn, a gentle light,
A sunflower blooms, bold and bright.
With each new day, the past unwinds,
And lilies dance, as peace reminds.
By Isha Dilshad
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