Words spill out secrets
And the more I speak, the more I regret
Yet, my lips remain parted until I utter a new word
And so it goes on, this story of telling tales!❣
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Swoosh! Goes a gust of wind, The tree peeping in my room then and now A night alone, with the sky red and full moon I live alone in my house.
My father left for the seas, My mother went to the Butcher, I am left to play with my rag dolls, And the wooden planks of the floor.
It is midnight, my mother still did not come She is always late, must be gossiping with the old ladies I leave the house, with my straw hat Which once belonged to my grandma.
I have only one frock, a red one With purple flowers, dyed with the juice of lavenders I look myself in the mirror, it is hazy, The mirror is a betrayer!
I tidy my locks, make a bun on top Wear my sandals, and the purple bangles, Take my umbrella, black and ruined Still, it can save from a rain.
My teddy must be feeling alone I took her with me Her name is Daisy, the name my grandma gave to her Daisy is as old as me.
The road is clear, but the sky looks horrifying! No clouds, just a splash of lime yellow rays on a red carpet I remember the rotten curtains of our room They are a centuries old, as old as teddy.
The gates close, I leave the mansion, I shout for my mother "Mommy, mommy!" But no one answers. I leave for the road beyond the forest, there must be mother, with old Miss Mary She never married, but is not rude She is a sweetheart.
But her house seems so new It was a wooden cottage last day, Maybe she repaired it Must be the mayor helping.
I walk, walk and walk, And suddenly, I hear the footsteps of a woman Yes! It must be mother... So I decide to surprise her.
She is wearing a beautiful blue dress And sandals white as snow, But wasn't she wearing a gown? Maybe Miss Pompy gifted this to her.
I hide behind a tree, and wait for her to come, She is slow, even if not fifty, She doesn't eat much, She is very picky.
Here she comes! Booh! I surprise her! But she starts shouting, and I have to drag her home. She faints midway, but I am a lot stronger, just like Dad!
I drag her home, she will play with me She is my mom, But why does she look so white? Is she asleep? Did I grab her too hard?
I just wanted her to be my mom. If she didn't want to, why did she choose to come from that road! Now she will live with me My mom, forever...
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