She Poem by Phant0m sep

Under the big willow tree,
children crowding round,
merry- go- round.
A little girl sat under the willow tree,
Watching child's play,
not knowing she was one.
Gazing up the blue, blue sky,
hand spreading towards the sky
as though the future is all written in the sky.
Each rainy days,
Children flocked back home,
She then dares herself to perform a ritual dances
beneath the gentle drops,
welcoming her future.
Her little dream,
could not reached the heavens.
Or she never believes heaven existed? !
She still dances out her heart, soul, and body.
Grant her little wish, for heaven’s sake;
Grant her little heart, for human’s sake,
hear her voice, heal her soul,
grant her just this once,
can’t you hear? !
all she’s begging for is “Please kill my hatred”.