Impression

The fierce has no flashy attire or elaborated hairstyle.

It is a red for in a million crowd.

The energy needs no contact to transfer,

Yet it powers the surroundings.

The love is visible in a storm.

Common not

A common Thursday is here
With its common tasks of no flavour
And I face it head up,
Wrapped in a common blue dress.
As a common person,
I will hear and raise my voice.

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