White Dress
Poor girl
Poor girl walking on the street,
For three days she didn`t eat,
Her cotton dress was old,
Her thin body – very cold.
Winter wind was blowing harsh,
Suddenly, I heard a crash,
One moment… girl was down,
Blood… on all white town.
Is there in the street any rule?
Even way to heaven was cruel,
For this blameless soul,
Angel suffered all.
Blood on her white dress and arm,
Life can`t do her any more harm,
Angels raised her little soul – pure,
She had no pains to endure.
In her world there is no sorrow,
No worry for tomorrow.
- Please, girl, take me with you now!
- I`d do it. I don`t know how.
- Please, Lord, don`t let me here!
- Your soul to raise… needs many tears.
Love, help others without fears!
And God will be with you in all the coming years.
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