The seven sisters

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In the humble abode of the heart

Lives seven sisters

Each one unique

The former one is the brightest

Happiness her name; cheer is her identity

She crinkles her nose when she comes

A ray of sunshine she becomes

The latter one being misery

She's the teary baby of the family

She's always seen with crimson eyes; blowing her way

The third one is surprise

The one who is pleasently unpredictable

The one who sparks the magic of excitement

The Fourth one is discontent

She is a crestfallen horse

She is the frequent visitor in the family

The fifth one is anger

She is red hot all the time

Her nose flares up and down

Like the dragon that breaths fire

The sixth one is peace

She is the cold zaphire blowing on a hot desert

The mature one in the family

The last one is shyness

She is different shades of pink personified

She bows her head down; curls her toes

She is definitely the cutest among all!!

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