Where is home
Oh, the image of her
Crying on the street
People walking and looking
How miserable.
She cries to her mom
Getting her back to home
Isn’t home just here?
How miserable.
Poor the young girl
Thirsting for love
Blooming for beauty
But what does she have?
The miserable.
Copyright © Tiffany Trinh | Year Posted 2024
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