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She sits there;
Head hung low,
I watch her;
begin to grow.

She moves now;
Over to the corner,
I watch her;
Become a loner.

Help me;
Save that one,
Help her;
Become someone.

She kneels;
The tears begin to fall,
I want to console her;
The strongest want of all.

The years;
Begin to pass,
I don't age;
Her youth doesn't last.

She has;
Become old now,
Yet she's;
Still a loner, somehow.

The time;
Dwindles down,
She falls;
To the ground.

I begin;
My decent,
Up to heaven;
She is sent.

Now she:
Is at home,
My job;
Is well done.

She sits there;
Head held high,
I let out;
A long awaited sigh.
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I love this poem surprised XD Lol. It was a little something that just popped into my head. I had to make some changes to it though because some of the first initial stanzas didn't go along with what I wanted the over-all theme to be. But I'm very happy with how it turned out in the end.

I hope you liked it smile


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