Silence

February 2, 2020

There once was a girl who never spoke a word.

Her eyes were sore and it showed

But the pain in her wasn't sure,

Whether to come out to play or let her enjoy her day.

So one day it decided to play, and it rained all day

Pouring in every way

But luckily the pain went away

Still her eyes were sore the next day.

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