Phone Call

In a bright, shining weather,

With the beautiful, cool breeze,

Dancing gently with her dark, long hair,

With her pretty white, long skirt.

I saw her sitting under the big fig tree,

Weeping helplessly...

Her heart was full with hate,

Full with anger...

And at the same time,

Full with despair...

Looking hopelessly to the sky,

"Why this happen?"

She asked herself.

"Why me?...

What had I done?"

She always thought that things will go on well,

Always thought that things weren't that bad at all.

But a phone call smashed everything,

Totally.

Her smile,

Her hope,

Her happiness...

She couldn't stop her tears,

It keep rolling down.

Knowing continue crying won't help,

She stand up slowly with her shaking legs.

"I'll beat you doooooooooown!"

She shouted,

Using all of her strength,

Towards the green field right in front of her.

Wipe away her tears with her pink handkerchief,

She took a deep breath,

Crossed her hands together,

Kneeled,

And prayed.

"Give me strength to overcome these, Lord.

For only you understands my sorrows.

Amen."

Refreshed,

"It's gonna be another brand new day."

She went off dancing freely on the field,

Throwing all her sorrows aside,

Leaving her pink handkerchief

Under the big fig tree.

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