A flower leaning against the wall–

That’s what they call

One who never interested anybody

But herself and misery.

I used to be one, too.

I hoped and hoped for you

But tears always shine

And then, they faded with time.

Days and months turned into a year

Each moment covered me with fear

Afraid of being noticed

And be thrown out of peace.

Just when everything was rare

One stranger dared to care

Every frown turned into a smile

Letting me to take another mile.

Am no longer on that wall

Gone into the dancing hall

Rose in his arms

And bloomed with charm.


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