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All alone
Underneath the moon's soft glow,
A tiny bug, alone, in zone.
No loving touch to dry her tears,
No gentle voice to calm her fears.
On the wall, she sits so small,
No one to hear her tender call.
In solitude, she bears it all,
No friend to catch her if she falls.
But in her heart, a spark remains,
A hope that lingers, despite the pains.
For in the darkness, love can bloom,
Even in the smallest room.
So let's extend our hand with care,
To show her love, to be aware.
For in our kindness, she may find,
A friend to cherish, one of a kind.
© luvvy_queen
A tiny bug, alone, in zone.
No loving touch to dry her tears,
No gentle voice to calm her fears.
On the wall, she sits so small,
No one to hear her tender call.
In solitude, she bears it all,
No friend to catch her if she falls.
But in her heart, a spark remains,
A hope that lingers, despite the pains.
For in the darkness, love can bloom,
Even in the smallest room.
So let's extend our hand with care,
To show her love, to be aware.
For in our kindness, she may find,
A friend to cherish, one of a kind.
© luvvy_queen
