An introvert is born
With just the apt array of verses
Etched in her soul
There they reside in deep slumber
Cocooned by a demure timorous self
Then life comes along as it will
Just the right blend
Of passionate cheer,
And tumultuous despair
One by one, the verses break free
Unsure, they flit on a tender blade
Blinded by the worldly glare
When the time is right
Morphing into vibrant shades
They soar the beaming skies
Looting your heart,
Stirring your soul !
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