written by _Summer14

Whirling around the corner, halting,
Her eyes began searching,
Understood, she cared,
How fast the time was passing.

The storm intensified, so did her desire,
Making the rage inside calmer,
Hope is an ice to the fire,
Fading the emptiness with anticipation.

Stars shine brighter,
Only in the darkness,
Could've been the same,
When one prevails itself, only when the other eliminates.

Pearl should be sparkling,
Never deemed its brightness,
Surely, both hurts— losing time,
Hurt is what brings out her real self.

It is shiny— even the moon is shining bright,
She shines too, with her own light,
When pain becomes her strength, just like the child,
Who reached its mother after falling over and over.

She whispers to herself,
Fall is what made me rise,
Grew up that child, grasped the intensity
She spoke aloud, for herself—to herself.

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Well, if you are observant — you can notice similar points here & figure out ;))