Among all the landscapes,
She may be the simplest scenery,
She probably loves grapes,
And presumably hates accessory,
But surely cheerful and free.
Light color is not her style,
She'd rather walk in a dark aisle,
For her dreams, she could even run a mile,
But I can't guarantee she has the sweetest smile,
One thing's for sure, she loves the night sky.
She loves to read a book,
But not really a good cook,
And certainly do not have the best look.
She wants the sound of a little brook,
And can be easily attached just like a hook.
She definitely hates about fame,
Fangirling may be her game,
And to be a writer is her aim.
She may be mad, but not as deadly as a flame,
Surely, Caphronia Lethe is her name.
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The Untold
PoetryA collection of lame one shot stories, ugly poems, and random thoughts. In short, a collection of trashes.
