part 7

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by ZainabFatima4

by ZainabFatima4

Alone in the hills,
With a smile spread wide on her cracked lips,
And her blondelocks filled in dirt,
Away from everyone,
Even her enemies,
Covering up her scars,
   In some rags,
Cheering up her tired muscles,
With a bag to fulfil her needs,
   Leads a calm life in the meadows,
Dressed in her old rags,
with a smile on her cracked lips,
Lives an extreamly talented girl,
Seeking for an adventurous life,
Creating life in stones,
With a talent that remains unheard,
   The hardwork that brings fresh bruises,
Leading to a beautiful creation,
The talent that was kept aside by her parents,
Being abandoned so early,
Finding her love in stones,
Filling up bruises of the past,
With a bag on her shoulder,
   And life in camps,
Out on her own,
In the smell of wild,
The aroma of water filling up the mind,
And her fall shielding away her fears,
Lives an extremely talented girl,
Away from everyone,
Even her enemies.

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