She was gone for seven days, a stranger sent her on her way, he said she had to go off to play, so she just replied "okay", for she could see no other way, that she could get her own way, the stranger then led her astray, and left her standing still that day, by the fourth day, her family began to pray, that she wasn't all alone, hoping she'd return home, and stay, by the seventh day, they got the news that no one thought they'd say, that this poor girl, who was their precious pearl, was found dead on the seventh day, which was to fall on her birthday, her family were devastated, knowing that they had been separated, from their little girl, who was her family's little pearl.
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This Is Your Voice
PoetryA selection of poetry, that I have written from the last three years. An anthology of my poems from the last three years, which I have put together, for everyone to enjoy, about survival, love, heartbreak and pain, and my own experiences in life. ...
