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A Tale of Love and Pain

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Author: Shruthi Shankel

Shruthi ShankelJuly 7, 2017

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A Tale of Love and Pain

written by: Shruthi Shankel

@ShruthiShankel

This time that walks by
Tells me a tale of love and pain
To not let the fear tear you
To face it right on eye
And then a woman is born in you
A woman of strength
Her heart bares the sky
As the stars make her bones
The moon sparkles her skin
While the sun glows her smile
Yet, there will be tears to spare
For there’s no sky without ocean
There’s no life without love
With love comes humility
That makes even her tears smile!

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Shruthi Shankel

I am a dreamer, a passionate writer, a simple girl who believes in living life to the fullest.
When the words come to me, fill me up to the brim, I write and let it out!

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A Tale of Love and Pain - July 7, 2017
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