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Lone Survivor

Lone Survivor

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Lone survivor in the messy garden,

Gazing at the stars to fill her emptiness.

People visit her garden to destroy her serenity,

No sign of protest for she only moans.


Her smile has gone to some forbidden place,

Longing for spring to come and

Rejuvenate bushy garden into heavenly charm.


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