Tears streamed down, but tears of joy,

Charged out like soldiers to war, 

Flowed unceasingly, washed away all her sorrows, 

Laughter and tears united, 

She smiled brightly,

Her make up ran down in black thin streaks, 

Her woolen dress happily absorbed it and got more colourful, 

But it was the least of her concern, 

Here withal did she want to dwell, 

Her most treasured memory it'll remain. 

Yours in scribbling, 

Nuraini, Nafisat Abdulrahman

Shinning Gem


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