From the depths of despair, a flicker of hope arose,
And a melody of resilience, its rhythm it chose.
No longer mournful, the funeral took flight,
As dreams and desires reclaimed their might.
The tears that had flowed turned to joyful streams,
And the women's voices echoed with triumphant themes.
In their unity they found strength and grace,
As they danced through the darkness, leaving no trace.
No longer defined by the weight of lost dreams,
They emerged from the shadows, bursting at the seams.
With each step forward, they embraced the unknown,
And with every heartbeat, they let their spirits be shown.
Gone was the funeral, replaced by a grand parade,
Where colors bloomed and laughter never did fade.
Their voices carried hope, reaching far and wide,
A testament to resilience, a beacon to guide.
They stood tall, two women leading the way,
A symbol of safety, equality day after day.
At the back, two more stood, embracing liberty,
For sanity and liberation, they were the key.
Together they wove a tapestry of strength and might,
Transcending the darkness, illuminating the night.
For in their unity, they found their true worth,
A resurrection of spirit, a new life's rebirth.
No longer bound by the chains of sorrow and strife,
They embraced the present, carving a path of life.
Their dreams not forgotten, but alive and so near,
A promise of greatness, a future full of cheer.
And as they danced on, the darkness did fade,
Leaving behind a symphony of triumph they made.
A testament to resilience, in every step they took,
Their spirits alight, like pages in a storybook.
So let us celebrate their journey, their ascent,
For through the ashes, they've risen, unspent.
In their voices, their laughter, let us find our way,
As they illuminate the gray, and banish the fray.
©Julian
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