The Lost Little Girl
Thrust into a bitter life,
Abandoned on a train
Is that little girl,
The girl, who never bothered,
Who only wanted love…
Her looks,
Her curls,
Her dress,
Her mess,
Her pimples,
Her dimples,
Lost is that avid child
A true Romani princess:
No Gypsy myth this.
She who had a dream,
She never bothered what the world said,
She who walks with a high head,
She who never let a tear drop for herself.
She whose glittering eyes once housed joy .
I am sure,
deep inside,
she is still alive,
and, to discover her,
into myself.
I will dive,
I will let the veil be lifted,
And, let her breathe in the open air.
She will be reborn,
she will live fearless,
she will live a life of dignity,
respect and honesty.
The Winter Bites My Bones 
This is an impressive affirmation of love. I am amazed 👏🏻👏🏻
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Thank you. It was a very personal poem and I’m glad you enjoyed it
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