Late night, standing in front of the mirror, jumbled in her own thoughts, SAR and bitter. She was frowning deep down, drowning she had failed a hundredth time, dull and faded, lost her shy trembling around she suddenly realized this was not her bride for she was a warrior, fierce and feary, with no barriers. She had fire in her eyes once again ready to rise. She was a bird not bound to live in cage, ready to perform. In front of her was her stage
Saumya Joshi
@thehilarytales · 0:26
Hello, Prachi. Good evening. Namashkar. I really like your voice and I love this swell here. I liked few lines a lot, which were that she is not a bird to be caged, but she is ready to perform in front of her stage. This is really very motivating. I really liked your swing