She has waited long,
to also be taken along.
She listened to ‘em all,
who told many a tales, tall.
They traveled their journeys,
with splendid views they glee.
Leave thy worries at bay
.. so they all say.
For, her carriage shall also come,
A journey under the Splendid sun.
Several miles astray
Refugeed in sheds of hay.
Wandering many paths
Looking for whats not hath.
sought a carriage after so long
Hears a distant mourning dove’s song
Oh! she hears the song of misery
Hath she known, days to come so weary.
Wheeled over a rock so huge,
the carriage went down, apart it blew
Oh! her poor soul, it’s not her fault
Fate has tricked her to stumbled and fall.
Persistence has kept her feet go on
Through many carriages that were missed and gone.
Now she has only a glimpse of hope
Until a miracle to her, if could approach.
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