A RAINBOW SPIRIT IN A MONOCHROME WORLD


 In Eswatini's hills, where shadows dance,

A woman stands with quiet stance,

Her heart a prism, light refrains,

In hues of love, unbound by chains.


She walks through whispers, eyes that pry,

In fields where freedom feels a sigh,

Her love a secret, tender flame,

In a land where silence cloaks her name.


The rivers sing of ancient ways,

Yet in her heart, new rhythm plays,

A song of courage, truth unfurled,

A rainbow spirit in a monochrome world.


In village squares, beneath the stars,

She dreams of breaking iron bars,

Of loving freely, bold and clear,

Without the weight of whispered fear.


Her laughter, like the morning dew,

Is precious, fleeting, pure and true,

Each smile a protest, bright and strong,

Against the silence, harsh and long.


She loves with all the colors, bright,

In hidden places, out of sight,

Her spirit dances, wild and free,

In quiet acts of bravery.


Through Eswatini's valleys green,

She is the spark, the unseen queen,

A beacon in the night so vast,

A future brighter than the past.

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