She is a soul of fifteen sad and lonely,
Though time is to bloom in garden of euphoria!
Silence clouds on her, playful mind grow wise;
Sitting on green field gazing the blue sky
Fills her void world feed her mind with kind,
She bore this in her heart like cowboy do his flute!
Little only she speaks, female eyes speaks about her and
Those words senses easy of Wordsworth's notes.
Smile became blue moon, agony accompanied with
Tears of those graceful eyes also precious and
Soothing on her ailment, only lovers can.
Underneath pale face, there lies charming beauty;
Of wild golden deers! Not everyone's fortune to see.
Again passing time carries away her moment joy–
Ashes of burnt joy settle on her city of happiness.
A feather of star's wing of paradise she is!
Infront of her, even mighty warrior bow their swords.
The queen of wildest forest will qwatch to–
Her happiness, she lives life of thousand lives I say
I know, in midst of what you are going through!

© heart of a dying star
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