Once, there was a girl,
She lived in the city.
She is precious like a pearl,
She grew up to be smart and witty.
She was always happy,
She was sometimes, sad.
She was always laughing,
Her laugh was bad. XD
She loves to study,
She loves to write.
She loved to dress oddly,
She loved to dress in white.
These are some of the things,
The things about her I can see.
Of course, I can see them,
Cause this girl is me.
O it is an interesting poem so far presentation is concern.10 for it.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
excellent description... what does she looks like by now.