There once was a little girl
She was up on the highest peak of the mountain
Surrounded by love, she was blessed
Touched by the hand of God
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read your comments at the end.... and i agree. the title of the poem had lured me to a different level being an intrepid traveler i was drawn to it...as a possible travel saga.... but your lines are nice even otherwise...they speak of effort of hope of a better tomorrow and the will to improve. lovely liked
Yeah forgetting all is remedy my dear. Actually love is false thing unknowingly we will make it And without reason it will go away. when it go away will upset a quite. if you are careful about your life then wait patience for one will come sudden to offer love for ever Nice work Keep on feed us good like this