Thoughts beaming in hush.

She wrote them with a blush.

What channeled through her pen,

Showered like thunder and rain.

With her, her pen took a dip.

And ideas trailed from its tip.

To express, she never missed a chance.

To her rhythm, the pen would dance.

Words were beautifully laced.

And with every stroke it aced.

From dark nights to dawn

When she rose,a writer was born..!

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