I remember when the lady in white visited me,
She hugged me, her body is quite an ice.
The cold fog, is protecting her.
I haven't seen her face since the day she sitted on the chair.
Until, one day, I have seen her face, it was broken.
She pushes me away, she said; "don't ever dare to look"
But I dared, I have seen her eyes.
Her eyes speaks a lot.
Upon looking at her eyes,
I have seen a tragic story.
She was once a beautiful lass,
Who used to wear white long dresses
Until, she was deflorated by someone else
Who was possess with sacks of obsession.
Upon her defloration, the obssessed man,
Wrecked her identity, by burning her.
Until her beauty and innocence, turned into wrath and vengeance.
I looked at her and said "I knew it"
She whispered "Don't judge me"
I replied "No I wont"
She added "Lift my name to heavenly father, I need it so I can rest at peace"
I replied"Yes, I will"
She cried and hugged me tight, then she left.
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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.
