She was priceless, yeah!
She was so miraculous.
But she was wasted
Like a young lad's money
Like his unwanted pet;
Maybe just like a dream so unimportant
That is forgotten the very next morning.
Yeah, she was clueless
Like a daisy sunk in dampness
Just like...
"A good flower bloomed In the wrong garden".
But, SHE WAS PRICELESS!
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Celestial by Sombell
PoetryYou know what's the true spirit of life? It is to forgive and embrace , it is to forget the things that don't matter anymore, it is to get pass sorrow and step towards the world of joy.
