PRIYA'S VISUALS

Attitude…Visuals…Dreams…

Down the deep dungeon,The corridors dark.Screams of the prisoners,Echoed on the cold stones. Bleeding and in pain,Some were half-dead .How many came and went,No one counted. The castle was majestic,All glorious and lit.Prisoners were tokens – Of victory and valor.Questions rang,In those helpless souls –How are we enemies?What is our sin?————————————- Stay Blessed 🙂— Priya …

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