A pretty young lady
A pretty young lady
walks swiftly across the grass and flowers.
A pretty girl can dance
like the wind.
Like the sky.
Like the earth orbits itself.
However,
she was kidnapped
by someone.
Who?
Nobody knows.
Why?
The pretty young lady was known
to the angels and demons.
So now, she was disappear
to them or elsewhere.
This poem is about:
Our world