Poem

The Orphan Girl

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She, the orphan girl, found her home within the  arms of the nature. Called the Sun, her father and the Moon, her mother.

Grew up with the yellow daffodils and danced with the sparkling river. She was a happy child running in the valleys, and catching the butterflies. But, the wind waited for her.

Yes!

You heard it right. The wind whistled her name as it gently passed by her Lily beaded, golden hair. All it wished to have was her. And, take her away in the dreamy clouds, far away from her parents house.

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