Loathed and isolated
blamed for a crime she committed not
Her crime of being a girl
So was she named after fire
To perished not to cherished
Yet
she stood tall and rigid
Fighting against all odds
Searching for the truth
A truth that will set her
free
A wanderer she is, travelling North, South East and West
Above the mountains,rocks, clips
Across the River, Sea and ocean
Through the forest and villages she journeyed
Alas! She found the truth that'll set her free
The truth, knowledge sets her free.
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WORDS OF THE INNOCENT
KöltészetHere are some collections of my inner voice, Bottled and buried deep down in the depth of my heart, Scribbled down on a piece of paper. . . . She sighs,and look through the window, Waiting for the sun to shine, So she could hide in the world of book...
