The Forgotten Girl

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A crystalline thread woofed on her cheeks

The rosy delights latent beneath the brown,

"How has the world matured?" she contemplated

Her green reminiscences pervaded throughout her soul!

Laughing rays glimmered on her face,

However, wretched the lass seems,

She herself was the bevy of beauty!

Her feet tapped in the silvery chestnut ambience

The face giggled over the moon,

But she couldn't captivate her ecstasy,

The smoke exceled, smothering her!

The Insufferable splendor lied in the meadows,

Her pain invisible in our eyes, slowly and silently she evaporated,

In the heaven, rested, The Forgotten Girl

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