The Lost Girl


She is weird!
like an epitome of insanity.
She's a young angel,
stealing humans from humanity!
People think it's easy; to see through her mask,
To burst at her seams,
To cry with her tears,
To live in her dreams!
But they're wrong! They don't know how she feels;
Like a Ferocious Beast,
Like a Silent Shout,
Like a Fading Moon, behind thunder clouds!
She is lost in this dilemma,
Between Newton or Shakespeare,
Between Paintings or Graphs,
Between Diaries or Notebooks,
Between the brain or the heart!
She is lost in this Wonderland of Life!
not knowing what she knows,
But somewhere, at the back of her mind, she do knows,
That you can't get lost
if you don't know where you are going!

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