A little girl's story

Below the dimly lit sky
On the gravel earth
A little girl let a sigh
On all that hurt

Life as an orphan is hard
Ignorant of mother's love
And it is always an unlucky card
These innocents longingly see to the dove

She walks away between barley fields
Running her hand on them
Almost forgetting her hollow yields
And her torn hem

There stood a tall man
Who used to walk with her
They sometimes together ran
It was a fragment of joy that bit her

Smiling her innocent smile
Ignorant of the woeful mad world 
And those sinister vile
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