That Girl

That Girl short poem

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Oh! Little lovely shoes,big broad mind…yes she is gentle and she never whines…. Shiny eyes with those big glasses…oh yes! She never bunks classes
Call her geek, call her nerd..she finds these things really absurd
Big baggy shirts, messy hair bun..and that’s how she always gazes at sun…. Having scars of her past in her mind,may be that’s why she stays away from love sign… though She knows how to see this beautiful life…but sometimes she really loses her sight….awake all night thinking about those disgusting crimes…yes she cries but then make stronger her spine…then broken angel lights a candle of hope and curls her lips..she let her emotions flow form her pen nib…you may find her laughing all around…but wait she also listens to silence’ sound…”It’s a happy life don’t you realise…I am a free bird” she always emphasizes….she aims so high,’cause she really wanna fly…away from hustle bustle somewhere in crystal sky…meet her once and you won’t regret, you will tell her story to people by saying “she was a hippie soul I met”

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