Little Voices
As she huddled onto the couch,
She flaked out,
She started hearing little voices,
Which reminded her of the past,
So sweet and charming were the memories,
All the expensive and luxurious things life had to offer,
She had seen and enjoyed,
From the magnificent aurora yatch,
To the spectacular diani beach,
Without forgetting the Ferrari LaFerrari Aperta,
All bore her footprints.
But all these are no more,
She wanders like a desert wind
Without a place to rest,
She encourages herself that all is not lost
However, deep down inside,
Thoughts of fighting for a lost course,
Keep on flashing through her mind
Who will come to her rescue?
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