The clouds were darker than usual,
Looming over like a lurking beast,
The winds howling loud,
As if ghosts were gathering for a festive feast.
The evening was quieter than before,
The birds chirping with unrest,
The animals looking for shelter,
Every being’s patience was on test.
And in the midst of such cacophony,
Where unrest souls were scurrying for life,
There existed one girl,
Who stood tall to fight and survive.
She braved the gale,
Faced the storm,
Her eyes staring trouble,
Refusing to fail.
The squall dwarfed,
The fear tarnished,
The wind blew gently,
The cloud gave path to the sun.
From that moment,
Everything else became minuscule,
The world witnessed the truth,
That grit could defy any trivial beliefs.
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