D-awn
Dawn came,
Daughter cries, daughter wails,
Delicate fingers matching delicate frame,
Dance her to sleep,
Darkness may claim.
Desolation fills the heart,
Disappointment, as well as shame.
"Design beautifully"— they said,
"Destiny will bring you fame."
Dangerous risks were taken,
Disaster struck— it was never the same.
Disease filled baby's lungs,
Doctors said it was a war game.
Disgruntled whimpers,
Daughter's agony— hard to tame.
Destitute and deprived,
Dreams were to blame.
Dusk came,
Dainty body rested,
Diligent not to maim.
Daughter's cries ceases,
Death finally whispered her name.
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A mother who risked everything to follow her dreams, but tragedy struck when her daughter, Dawn, became sick. She gave up on her dreams to take care of Dawn, but had difficulties since she was poor. At the end, she sacrificed so much and lost everything.
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Alphabetical Disorder
PoëzieWithin every letter, there are words of prose and poetry. Who knew the ABC's can be dysfunctional, too?
