Veiled Whispers Amid Conflict

In the silence of her gaze, a storm does brew, A dance of lightning in her words suppressed, Through veiled whispers, she seeks what is true, Wrestling with the echoes that jest. Within her voice, the tremors of a war-torn heart, Bearing the weight of stories untold, Her lips part, a canvas for her art, In every breath, the hope of peace she holds.

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