She flew through the trees,
She was a wingless bird.
She sang like one too,
But no one would have heard.
Her brothers and sisters,
Their love lasted for long.
But even love could not save her,
From an evil so strong.
Her life, so young,
Was taken so quick.
The girl from eleven,
Impaled on a stick.
She sleeps in the meadow now,
Under the tree.
The poor young warrior,
Finally free.
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My Poems
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