When she was young
A parents tragic death
Changed her perception
Being accompanied by strangers
Turns into friends
As they grew up in a war zone
They want to advocate peace
When no one else listen to it
Dreams fade because of sudden betrayal
No one believes in our struggle
The idea of peace
Vanished
The three of them
Died
Because of false hope
She never lose hope
To humanity
The rain
Stops
When
Her
End
Approaches
The flowers
Fade as
Her blood
Falls
To
The
Ground




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