She walks and jumps in the garden alone.
a beautiful rose she plucks from her way.
its sweet scent fills her through.
But, nobody knew what she had to say.
Her Crimson dress flows with the wind,
her arms flutter without any care.
She laughs and giggles however she wants.
And her eyes are fixed with a mad glare.
The red from her dress follows her hand,
her eyes widened with the peculiar glow.
Her grin relaxes and she stops when she is.
With a psychotic expression on her face flows.
Her body eased at where she stood,
she looked up to the sky for a bid.
Everyone saw her complete red hands.
But nobody knew what she did.
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PoetryHello people! I am Sania Zehra and this is my first ever book to be published anywhere. I have been writing poems from a very long time and I have been using it as a tool to express myself. So I took some of my poems and made their collection for it...
