Alese couldn't bare loosing everything,
So with all her memories safe she promised to leave in the morning.
That night she requested her mother to sing,
Asked her 'Can I keep your favorite ring?'.
For one last time by her mother's hand she was fed,
A few emotional talks later she went to her bed.
For her sister she sacrificed her love and luxury,
Took the shot, still got blamed but never showed a sign of fury.
Our world has come to such a stop now,
That Power and Beauty are the only things people vow.
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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...
