SHE
Beautiful she is
With her effervescent flowing eloquency
Beyond that of the never-ending sea
Empathetically looking at things
There lingers a burning pain in her Iris
That a mortal being nakedly sees
Her pains she canopied
To impede heart invaders
From their unpredictable ruthless deeds
She's been victimized countless times
Laid into ambush and muted
To unvoice out her plight
Day by day , she plays sorrowful mimes
Because she was sore afraid none would hear her out
But tell me!
What would happen to Beauty
If she wander about?
It's such a pity
That her hair is jagged like a lout
What will we say if at the end she falls?
What shall we do to make her stand Strong?
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