Judy was walking down the street.
once upon a winter day.
Cool crystal snowflakes sweeps
faintly down her face away.
She stops and take one of the seats,
her insides were close to decay.
She close her eyes.
Look down to her inside.
Nothing can be seen or heard,
just the usual empty mind of hers.
Fellow Judy,
don't be worry.
You're not alone in this world of weary.
Left alone in the world of noises,
you may can't hear your voices.
Remember, life's not a bed of roses.
You have to fight for your places.
Yesterdays are gone.
Tommorows are long.
But you've got today to start off.
Judy stared to the snowy footpath,
knew she have to go back,
she got up and kicked a snowball.
Judy was walking down the street
once upon a winter day.
Glaring around the street she felt lonely all around the way.
Judy was walking down the street
once upon a winter day.
Knowing she isn't the real person she used to be.
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PoetryHello there!😄 Here you can see my drawings and some poems I wrote. I hope you'll enjoy
