Warm Soup
I really must confess
I do not know her very well
But judging by her poetry
There's much that I can tell
True, I had to read
Through everything she wrote
Sifting through her comments
And jotting down some notes
Then donned my strongest spectacles
So as, to read between the lines
And felt I came to know her
Between the verses and the rhymes
I met her in a conflict
As we strolled through truth and lies
She's a pupa busting outward
To become, a butterfly
They claim that she's bi-polar
I say there's no such thing
She's a flower, that needs water
And the warmth that comes with spring
She thinks that She is worthless
But many here sure know it
As she struggles through the tears
She's one of our best poets
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