Unknown

Always in the shadows,
At the very back of photographs,
In the haze and commotion
Of the background colours,
She created magic in her hands.
Her nails stained with the red glow
Of life and creativity.
Her lashes were wisps of imagination
And her melodies were of unsung heroes.
Her heart beat anonymously
But it beat with love.

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