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When I was small,
Grandma told me about a tale:
“There was a woman who lived inside a stale.
Conditions were deprived, yet she fought,
But she felt small if she came out.”
I asked Grandma about her destiny.
She told me,
"She was stoic, yet fragile —
One who still gets captured under a melody."
But why did she never throw a brawl?
It’s not about the woman —
You know, after all.
Grandma told me about a tale:
“There was a woman who lived inside a stale.
Conditions were deprived, yet she fought,
But she felt small if she came out.”
I asked Grandma about her destiny.
She told me,
"She was stoic, yet fragile —
One who still gets captured under a melody."
But why did she never throw a brawl?
It’s not about the woman —
You know, after all.
This poem really took me a lot of time because I always want to write open ending poem and here it is ....I hope u can understand the message I wants to convey
