The Echoes of Sylvia: Feminist Whispers in Time

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In the shadows of her written word,
Sylvia’s voice, a lioness’s roar,
Through the valleys of silence, she stirred,
Breaking chains, forevermore.

Her pen, a sword against the night,
Carving paths through patriarchy’s gaze,
Each verse a beacon of feminine might,
Lighting fires in the darkened maze.

The melancholy in her inked lines,
A tapestry of strength and sorrow,
Weaving tales where hope entwines,
With dreams of a brighter tomorrow.

In every stanza, her spirit prevails,
A testament to battles fought,
Through her words, the future hails,
A world her courage sought.

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