She stretched her hands,
After a night,
Ready to brighten a place.
She worked so hard,
But no one appreciated.
She tickled a lot,
Dreaming of smiles,
But no one liked it.
She worked so hard,
But no one appreciated.
Today, she hid behind,
In her hated zone,
Behind the clouds...
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My Pretty Poems
PoésieA book flooded with ripples of poetry . Simple but nice and I hope you will like .
