07/28/2025
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She walks where the cobblestones glisten with grey,
A burst of bright yellow in skies gone astray.
The city may blur, the faces may fade,
But she is the stormlight that won’t be afraid.
Umbrellas may tremble, and footsteps retreat,
Yet she moves like thunder: strong, soft, and sweet.
No crowd can define her, no shadow can stay,
She is the color on a colorless day.
A whisper of fire beneath soaking skies,
A question of freedom in powerful guise.
She does not belong - she chooses to roam,
And in her own skin, she is perfectly home.
