Ragged and Torn
Since I've been born.
Just a peasant girl,
Not worth diamonds or pearls.
Born with the sheep
Have to sleep in the big dung heap.
Used and worn,
Ragged and torn.
Copyright © Lidija Vresk | Year Posted 2012
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