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by Yatubeera Resty   Sep 28, 2013


Lucy
a hand-ful of skill
yet blushed off with no care
each day drifts, and she lays
like a master peice unhanged
sorrow holds her not, but opportunity buries her.
one look and you will know her placing
for she is a gold mine if given chance

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  • 11 years ago

    by Yatubeera Resty

    I try to put down my sight and thoughts in the least possible language fo readers ......
    am more grateful when my work is appreciated.

  • 11 years ago

    by Robert

    Hmmm this was very interesting, and at the same time very nice.

    Good write

  • 11 years ago

    by Robert

    Hmmm this was very interesting, and at the same time very nice.

    Good write

  • 11 years ago

    by Meena Krish

    Sounds like a hidden talent which is not been given a chance to shine. All that buried inside with only one person's knowledge..well penned.

  • 11 years ago

    by Amy

    Really cute/sweet

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