Wednesday, February 10, 2021

A Girl

 A Girl who always lived in present

Full of optimism and joyous in nature

Gradually withered in self silently calm

The rage within burnt down to fathom !

No it ain't what can be seen to unseen

She was of kind different to be in

If you see her smiling know she ain't

She is living because there is nothing

The dark clouds circled the irony

A light beam shines a single stream 

Looking at it passes by the day

Begins tomorrow and the façade

A Girl who always lived in present

Stares in Space to the unseen

-SSW

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