All her life she has,
Been looking for
Approbations. But to
No avail. She always,
Encounters failure.
All her life she has,
Waited for the moment,
When her family looks
At her with pride and
Satisfaction in the eyes.
All her life she has,
Fallen on the floor,
With a loud thud.
But she also has had,
The strength to get up,
With much more vigour.
All her life,she has looked for perfection and returned empty handed.
Mar 29, 2015
Mar 29, 2015 at 11:41 AM UTC
All her life she has,
Been looking for
Approbations. But to
No avail. She always,
Encounters failure.
All her life she has,
Waited for the moment,
When her family looks
At her with pride and
Satisfaction in the eyes.
All her life she has,
Fallen on the floor,
With a loud thud.
But she also has had,
The strength to get up,
With much more vigour.
All her life,she has looked for perfection and returned empty handed.
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