Her lost diamonds is pouring out of her eyes
She can't find the life she wanted in her jewel box
She is ready to leave it all behind
Instead of living for an unreal epiphany
Holding tight her dress,
mashing grass,
escaping from wickeds who dressed magnificently,
reaching her crystical clear future
To become herself.
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Author:
Melike (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Hi, I'm Melike and it is my first poem that published on this website. I think everyone is stuck in the life that far from what they dreamed of. Sometimes we feel that way. Some of us just run off to actualize those dreams and some of us just imagine in the middle of the night.
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Comments1
Wonderful insight and well written!
Thank you so muchh :)))))))
You are very welcome!
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