Like Spring dawns anew,
That’s a canvas of hope,
Yet your hearts remain clouded.
On Women’s March Day,
We uncover endless love from you,
Yet your fervor wanes,
And forgotten in an instant.
Soft Gaze will meet you once more,
Hope lingering and awaiting acknowledgment.
Gazing out the windows,
Voices unheard,
But others speak volumes.
In the midst of sorrow and confusion,
Your tears flow,
But a testament to your strength.
Love’s embrace finds solace,
Under the silent sky,
Eyes open in the stillness,
Reflecting on battles fought.
And pain finds refuge in the darkness,
As the breeze whispers tales of resilience,
Guiding your sleepless hearts toward dawn.
Prepared Angela Kosta Academic, journalist, writer, poet, essayist, literary critic, editor, translator,
