With every step, her fragile bare feet burn,
Her life's twists and many a turn,
Has brought her to her knees,
A pious prayer, now prays upon, geez!
She has walked many a mile,
It is "LIFE" and not reconcile,
She has to go on, but she can only moan,
With only pasqueflowers in the wild, she's all alone,
Her favourite orchid's not bloomed as yet,
Procrastination, as its needs have not been met,
She still carries her fetid hope,
Now, she has to nothing to choose but the rope.
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