As a small girl,
She never gave up chasing the moon.
She never got tired of trying to catch clouds, sunrays..
'Now look at her'
She is giving up at everything, giving up on surviving.
The girl that never got tired of catching clouds,
is now tired of her own thoughts..
The small girl grew up!
From fighting with opponents in her match,
to fight with her own self.
The small girl grew up!
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Author:
antra.sharma_ (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Voice of my soul in words... My first ever poem
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Comments1
Wise words from one so young. Well written!
Thank you! Young by age, adult by experiences.
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