She is a Diamond
My sister is a diamond,
illuminating into surrounded darkness.
Tears are falling like the rain from the sky,
she does handle a lot.
She is made of steel.
She does not utter “NO”,
to days that carry on.
She is tremendously amiable.
I cannot stop loving her.
She fights the darkness,
to come back again to her place,
a place where she used to be in,
where innocence and freedom
where she had never even glimpsed darkness.
She is a queen in a lockup,
but not yet her emancipation.
She is more illuminating diamond
when darkness surrounds her,
exactly like the moon.
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