A buried writer lays down under,
She was always filled with wonder
It’s a pity the world has lost an artist,
Even though she wasn’t the smartest
She was plain but fair and kind,
It’s a pity her health declined
Her work may not have been pretty,
Often lacked rhythmicity
But in the blink of an eye,
There was no time to say goodbye.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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Comments1
This is really heartwarming. As a fellow newbie, I could kinda feel somethin' relatable readin' it the first time. Best wishes.
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