Petrichor wafted into her beaten lungs.
Nourishing the forest within.
Rain stroked her bruised skin.
Filling the droughted river.
Psithurism played her favorite tune.
Dancing with extravagant grace.
Wind carried her elegant locks.
Praising her every perfection.
She flew beyond the forbidden skies,
And saw her distant past.
The scars on her body illuminate.
The wars she fought, a clean slate.
She designs a path,
and opens the gate to the never-ending.
My name is Malavika Saju. I was born in India but lived most of my life in Africa. I moved to Dubai 6 years ago for my education. I am currently a first year University student. I have been an avid poem writer for the last three years but have had one piece of work published. I am a business student, but I find that poetry and literature play a major role in my passions and the ways I express myself. I look forward to my work being reviewed and possibly published.
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