Running madly
Cursing sadly
She fell down
fainted to drown
the misery of crown
too heavy to hold its own ground
She screamed loudly
For someone to come around
To help her hold her ground
The help seem far cry
Her hopes went dry
Waited for death to sly
The hope of life
The desire to fly
Till she saw a firefly
To brighten her way
To a new ally
To gather her efforts
To reach the far cry
Before she woke up
From a dreamy standby.
Lovely πΊ
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Welcome!!
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This is soo good! π₯Ίπππ
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A well-composed poem, Haroon. I like the way it moves rapidly with a staccato rythym. β€ Take care, cheryl
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