Description
In the echoes of the past, the child within me wanders, lost—
A shell of a home with a door blurred, a trap with every step crossed.
Returning to the present revives a breath of freedom, yet
Uncertainty daunts me with the empty spaces of the mind.
A world awaits where a path is forming, the untouched of the world,
With wonders of the mind to unfold, weaving my emotions into stories yet untold.
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All artworks are original creations by Aminath Rooba Ali. Unauthorized reproduction, copying, or redistribution is prohibited.
