She was her fathers jewel
But,
The little angel didn't know
Her father was already martyred
In a frontline, service war
Before arrival of the trains
She would pick fresh flowers, in the cold
Just incase, to welcome her dad
Putting her sorrowful life on hold
Waiting, oneday her father would come,
Her distressed mother would comfort her
To make her understand that he was no more
Then,
One night she nagged to welcome the train
It was almost midnight and heavy snowing
Her mother begged, the little jewel not to go
But she was helpless knowing
The little Angel would go,
Seeing tears in the little ones eyes
She allowed her, as she watched over
The clock stroke midnight and the train arrived
Poor mother fell asleep by the louver
A soldier welcomed the little ******* the train
With enlightening joy and flowers in her hands
She greeted her father, her hero with kind
Her mother woke suddenly to see no train at stand
It was snowing heavily, as she ran for her angels hand
Holding onto the frozen flowers with fears
Her little angel, sat there, like a mannequin
With frosted tears...Dead!

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