a girl is beautiful flower,
soft, fragile and colorful
she blooms by the love
she begets from, family,
siblings and friends,
attains golden age in
early adolescent age
when she moves like
a butterfly drinking the
sweet nector, believes
world to be beautiful
ends up in the cruel
world of men, where
she build up her own
sweet home, family at
the end takes blame
for all that not to be
yet accepts it all, just
for a dropp of love.
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