She the girl in
torn out skirt,
worn out shoes,
in broken walls with broken heart.
Smile is her jewel
compassion is her clothing,
simplicity is her nature and
Humanity is her religion,
She wanders like a vagabond,
in search of a place.
Not in a mansion nor in a hut,
but in a kind heart.
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