The Independent Beauty

The Independent Beauty short poem

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she looked like a spool of thread in a giant hand
but she just liked to play in sand
her eyes made the girl to trap her
she was addicted by her soft fur
the girl wanted to protect her from the cruel weather
but she just wanted to flew away by her feather
oh! poor bird, said the father
the bird wants freedom leave her
look at her, her eyes with tears
what if you were instead of her?
the girl felt bad
but she didn’t wanted her father to be sad
she leaved the bird
the bird flew away so far
and never came back
she was the beauty, the independent beauty.

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ZUZANNA MUSIAL
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Hello, Yashoda Chawhan.

Your poem is a magic to me. I like the descriptive lines and the story that took place in your poem. Beautiful poem 5 Stars!

Thank you,
ZuZanna

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