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What a beauty with afflictions
nothing glows more than her face

her smiles are more softer
than the morning rose

who could wish for better
than a moment of ravishness

creating memories
making magics

she was more of
an enchanted being
A product of
a perfect creation
Around her
its more darker
than night
she saw the world
through a thin glass
every of her days
was blessed
she knew no curse
she jump through mountains
but now the spaces are expanding
her tomorrows are lingering
she cant fly
her wings are weathered
now she's falling
she's sinking
only a hero
can save her