Shes a lonelt figure
Stuck on her step,
Bewildered by the world
Unknown to the sky
Lost to the clouds
Grazing above the surface
Unknown to her fate
Desighned by nature
Cursed by fate
She is a symbol
Not yet discovered
Or desired by the will
Of her people
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Oh, How Cold And Treacherous
PoetryA short poems that I hope you all like or relate to This is a picture from google.
