The mellow child hid behind
The facade of fantasy,
Of prince and horses she dreamt ahead,
Of a world full of liberty.
And as she grew,
The harshness also grew,
The rainbows hid by smog.
The water no longer crystal like,
The men were most thug.
And as she grew ,
She grew weak,
Soaked by all the dreadliness,
She dreamt of a world,
Far beautiful,
Than this deadliness.
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Dance like the sun, sing like the moon
Şiir"No enjoyment and not sorrow is our destined end or way, But to act that each tomorrow can find us further than today."- A psalm of life collaborative collection of peoples thoughts and lifes My first book on wattpad Started on 27/01/2020
