A pretty young lady

A pretty young lady

walks swiftly across the grass and flowers.

A pretty girl can dance

like the wind.

Like the sky.

Like the earth orbits itself.

 

However,

she was kidnapped 

by someone.

Who?

Nobody knows.

Why?

 

The pretty young lady was known 

to the angels and demons.

So now, she was disappear

to them or elsewhere.

 

This poem is about: 
Our world

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