I sat quietly looking at the beautiful lady through my window...
Sun beaten and still striving
I've wondered and pondered what might have gone wrong
One filled with joy and smiles
Her story was a perfect example of greatness
The zeal she omitted could make any man a success
Yet she tilled the land with her tears and worked her ass off just to eat
Her songs are not the melodious ones I wake up to any longer, those smiles do not radiate like they should, her knees are now feeble and soured
Still her eyes shine bright but this time with tears that can feel an ocean
Her voice makes rain pour
And still help is afar off
I feel her pains
Still I can't move
The walls don't smile back so I'm out of breath
A lady once loved, here she is now sweeping the floor with her sad songs, her voice still smooth, her octave are mind blowing, but once you get near, you hear the wordings of her sad tale
she's singing a song
one of a story that has not even started...
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Nice poem, loved it
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