08-03-2010, 10:46 AM
The poor old girl,
Was left alone,
In the little lane,
Jagged with nothing,
To eat or drink.
She went looking for houses,
But the doors were ajar.
She looked at the skies,
Praying to God,
For food and shelter.
In the sweeping night,
And the terrible snow,
the poor girl faced a hardship,
That one couldn't forget.
She tried to sleep,
But the ground was cold,
And frozen,
With snow,
Smooth as glass.
She suddenly heard a noise,
From the skies.
looking above,
She heard a voice,
That she had never heard before.
the voice was smooth, clear,
And the voice was beautiful,
As if playing a harp.
The girl looked up,
Again,
And saw a light,
Falling towards her.
She stood up,
And she went above,
To the skies and the heaven,
And to meet the God.
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