She told her to write words,
Words of happiness,
And stop writing the words,
Who turn her mind in mess,
Took her out of town ,
Told her to get air,
But she never thought,
This nature to be fair,
Little fairy flowers,
From window ,
She saw,
But she noticed,
Things they never saw.
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Unsaid
PoetryIt was painfully worded , And beautifully read , The things that were written, Were those never said.
