Precious She
Sitting in a corner with no one
With her black weird outfit as they defined
Listening in the melodious song of birds
As her mouth sung along that was fully covered.
Freely enjoying her solitary state
Solitary cause there's nothing exist like friendship
Yes she was been neglected
Neglected for she was different from others.
But, she left no words
For her purpose not to please the world
With that she feel so contented
As long as she's fulfilling her Lord's words.
Maybe she's an unnoticed and unknown
But in the eyes of Him
She's a beautiful precious on her own.
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My Book of Poems
Poetry"Poetry is an another form of communication. Communication that has an art, beauty but majestically mysterious..." ❤❤❤❤❤
