Title: Diamond in the Rough
In a town where shadows lingered long,
Amidst the whispers of a forgotten song,
There lay a gem, concealed beneath the dust,
A heart that pulsed with dreams, an ember of trust.
Her name was Lila, with hair like the night,
Eyes that held stories, shone fierce and bright.
Yet the streets of the town carved paths of despair,
An artist trapped, her canvas laid bare.
She ...