In a secret annex, hidden from sight,
A girl named Anne penned dreams in the night.
Amidst the shadows, where fears took flight,
Her words found wings, a beacon of light.
A diary’s pages, inked with her pain,
Chronicles of hope amidst the rain.
Whispers of laughter, echoes of tears,
A testament to youth’s fleeting years.
Behind the curtains, the world seemed stark,
Yet Anne’s spirit ignited a spark.
With every entry, she bared her soul,
In that tiny room, she found her role.
Dreams of freedom, a life to unfold,
Stories of courage are quietly told.
In the face of darkness, she stood tall,
A symbol of hope for one and all.
The walls that confined her, silent and grey,
Couldn’t contain the dreams she portrayed.
Anne’s Legacy, a timeless song,
A reminder of love, enduring and—strong.
Through her eyes, we glimpse the past,
A child’s voice is resonant and vast.
In every line, her spirit lives on,
A light in the darkness until the dawn.
History of Sorts 