When the pain of the past seared, rent
& flayed,
Off she went gaily & with the children
she played,
When her heart was sore & filled with
hurt fears,
She mingled & dropped, with raindrop´s
soft tears.
On hearing sad whispers, upon cruel winds
that tease,
She lifted up her arms, to be embraced by
the breeze,
And when hurt, by life´s barbed & taunting
hot words,
Up & away she would fly, upon the wings
of soft birds.
When her plate was empty & she supped from
clean spoon,
Then she would look up to the sky & dine
with milky moon,
And when she was all alone & in her world,
the only one,
She would feel the warmth & know, she had
a friend in the sun.
When life blocked & imprisoned her, behind
locked up bars,
She would peep between their shadows, at her
freedom in stars,
And when the worldly looks were cold & remarks
were so snide,
She would ride high upon the waves, of ocean´s
foamed tides.
When he turned his back on her & from her
life, walked away,
With autumnal leaves, she would gently drift,
float & sway,
She knew, whatever assaulted her senses, heart,
ears & eyes,
She was happy, while she danced away, with pretty
butterflies.
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