She. You donโt know her , do you?. You think she is pretty poetry, but sheโs a sad one. Sheโs a warrior, she fights the demons inside her, yet she tries to saveย everyone. Sheโs a wreck, but she is a mosaic. She stitchesย her pieces together to create the beautiful masterpiece she is. She lives in phases. She is the moon. I am the moon . I am her.
Nandini Palve














