It was Christmas eve,
She was about born
Dusk was at end when.,
She bloomed on earth
born to an angel
with glory and grace
Innocence spread her veins,
Patience invaded her mind,
Sorrows filled her heart.
16 hours passed,
The ocean rushed towards her,
Welcomed her with fierce power
leaving innocent corpse behind.
Sixteen miserable years passed
without beauty nor freedom
her talents were drowned in her tears
until the day came
she found her reflection..
She believed in the mighty above
The stars that shine at night;
The wind that touched her curls,
The sun that dried her tears;
And the one who lead her dream...
About the Creator
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