There she left alone at the corner
Telling to herself that she not perfect she no angel,
Yet i believe the truth will be preveile,
When the sun touches her skin,
Her simplicity turns to unique,
Her unperfectness turn hers to an angel,
Where since early sense of time,
We been thought that inner beauty is the real beauty,
Never rust,
Never change,
Maybe she still asleep to know it,
Still afraid to realise it.
Let time unfold her beauty.
Let my guidance show her the truth,
Her simplicity and unperfectness she believe,
Make her into an angel among angels..
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