Unlucky Girl

Unlucky Girl short poem

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A girl of just 4 years old,
Who lost her mother.
The beautiful relationship was disconnected,
Girl had nothing but to be disconcerted.
She was depressed,
But could not express.
Could only feel disembodied,
Of her abandon mother.
Her feelings became abstruse.
Situation was fussy,
Later on changed into messy.
She was silent,
Was difficult to manage her.
Suddenly a chain of tears rapped her face.
Saying..,
My mother, my mother!

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