Philomena Portrait.

By A.R   

In my weak point
Stay near me
A portrait of a girl
She is young
She is a beauty

I always weak.
A coward.
I just a meek person
But that girl stay near me.
To support me.
To guide me.

She is Philomena
A young girl.
A martyr.
A Saint.
One who had a courage.

I place her near me.
And she guide me.
From this abbys.
From this poverty.
I want to give up.
But she stubbornly hold me.

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A story about my life and my spiritual guide.