A Victim of The Unseen Corner of Life

everyday i used to see her,
sitting on the sand,
playing with the dust of dreams..

her loneliness is growing up with her..
the other kids are playing on th field..

her eyes are following them as they run, jump and share fun..

her sad look falls down on the ground..

days went by..
none is there..
next the door..
they are still playing but she.. she.. she is.. where?

my little poor girl!
they hide her
in a tight room,

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poem by True Little Angel
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