The new born fresh bud in blooming beauty Despite the very virginity of the soul even before seeing the light of the world faced with the crippling plague Excruciating monster of AIDS, with no mercy, tattering and snatching the dreams of life She suffers, nagged by the splitting emotional injuries and the heap of painful sicknesses The day and night both alike for her Swarms of young birds now flying away from her that once beguiled to her magnetic grace and enjoyed her as if she was a juicy cherry Glancing at the dying sun, its falling rays, gradually becoming pale and soft in brilliance She suffers until her body slips slowly into the earth just as the fading sun dips below the far horizon.
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