She is a forest
she grows
in beauty and glows
like a fairy
turns the forest
into her fairytale.Unfortunately
no one reads fairytales
nor believe in them
so she was left there
with no one really can read her
nor believe in her...
believe she is there
even she is more real than them.Dancing in her gold dusk
meanwhile the silver time
boys never noticed her
yet only a man up there;
there, the moon
was jealous of
how she still shines so bright in his time.—They thought she could only shine in her time, but who said her light has its own time.
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Poetry𝘗𝘰𝘦𝘮𝘴 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘦𝘹𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴, 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘣𝘺 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘪𝘤𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘺𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘦𝘭𝘴𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘱𝘢𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘪𝘨𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘵𝘳...