Somewhere between a lost soul
and a radiant child she was.
Her inner voice screamed for freedom
and her eyes cried for peace.
The world was frightening
and the crowd was in a restless apathy.
Couldn't bare this suffocating feeling
but feel helpless to a lonely fight.
Softly...
almost like a breeze
she started to sing...
tender words
like caresses at sunset.
A shy smile started to grow from the mist
and some tears manured hope.
©Graça Costa
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