I met, Sally, she loves to wear white dress
It never gets a mess.
I see her happy eyes
With some expression of an ice.
She is calm and pure
She is gentle by nature.
Others said, she is expressionless
Others said, she is emotionless
But unknown to many that is her
She is pure in her nature.
Until, one day,
the Red hues, are flowing in her white dress
the birds are crying over the mess.
Her eyes is a river,
She was force to be tied with a person,
Who deflorated her nature.
She can no longer bare
The lost of her pure nature
I found her sleeping,
At the metal bed
Covered with a red blanket
Coated with a red hue coming
From her lost purity.
She noted "It's done, I am happy."
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MP LIGHTS 143: BOOK 2
Poetry-This book is a collection of poems, written in traditional and free verse patterns. -This book offers you to enjoy poetry while making a touch in your world through poems.
