She was wondering around,
in her white pearly gown,
and in her right hand is the crown.
She looked sad,
as if the cloud is about to fall down,
as if the storm is about to take away the crown.
She has a restless mind,
her nights are stolen,
her thoughts are forgotten.
She has a restless mind,
Sadness in her eyes are found,
problems and misconceptions are gathering around.
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Author:
fikrioshin (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 18th, 2024 01:31
- Category: Reflection
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