I didn't know her well,
It's a point in time,
Making all the difference,
What's next? Only added moments can tell.
She like Desdemona is different,
Being the owner,
Of a kind, enlightened soul,
That even the sky wishes to get on rent.
Her divine smile echoes the innocence of her heart,
A unique possession that doesn't know how to hurt.
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