Listen

A little girl

Used to be so peaceful

Skipping on the road

Selling flowers

And secrets

To anyone that would just

Listen

A little girl

Used to be so full of life

Breathing

Laughing

Jumping

Selling flowers

And thoughts

To anyone who'd

Listen

A little girl

Is now so cold

Lying on the street

Lips as blue as the flowers

She used to sell to 

Anyone that'd listen

Eyes that used to be so full of joy

Are as dull as the road

Her body lays upon

People pass

Not even glancing

At the girl

Who would never again sell flowers

Or hope 

To anyone who'd

Listen

 

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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