Promenade - Poem by Vako Lake
She had promenade on green grass,
Grass thorns hurt her tender feet,
She cried diamonds instead of tears
And her eyes suddenly blood-lit.
She touched thorny grass with hands,
Touched the ugly stony ground,
She was full of sorrow
That the bliss could not be found.
She began to collect diamonds,
She had only hope in them,
Took a handful of friends,
Mind created style of gem.
She tried not to shake her hands,
They were full of blood and treasure,
She began to make the beads,
And her pain she couldn't measure.
She made the beads of cried diamonds
Which cost her torturing herself,
Face was bloody, scratched,
It was vain to scream for help.
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