They Called You A Nun While You Studied, - Poem by Liza Sud
They called you a nun while you studied,
You really look like a saint,
You stand in angelic white jacket
And sing, deep absorbed in yourself.
Your eyesight embodies a prayer,
And even when you are- Carmen,
It doesn’t bring pain, burns or slays you
But everything to us donates.
Not vampire you are but a donor,
And the Main was killed at the Cross,
His Cross Is the voice whose performance
Is always and everywhere heard.
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