Stood there an old woman with a wooden stick,
Said she came there as a brick.
You are blessed with two - one bitter, one sweet,
Said one is Adara the other is Alese, with a smile showing her glowing teeth.
Confused stood the woman, now a mother,
'How will she differentiate?' Made her bother.
Before she could question spoke the lady herself,
Explained the birth mark on Alese's wrist stuck there like a delf.
The old lady left her with all her doubts to wonder,
And she was awaken from her trance by a loud thunder.
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Beauty Of The Soul
Poetry*First place in Pairs competition under poetry. Two young girls living in a small town, Absolutely clueless of what was for them deep down. One had to face the cruelty of the world, The other always had a way to get out of the twirl. Both related in...
