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At All Cost

Jemimah Basa

Lovely she was, gleaming with beauty Cheerful she was, beaming blissfully Innocent she was, made out of purity Vulnerable she was, knight – a necessity

The stars adored her The moon loved her A breath of fresh air A dew from the haze

A dime that she is Priceless – worthy than gold Who could ever hurt her? No, you couldn’t, no, you shouldn’t

Ages or eons may went by Like a flower blooming No matter how stunning Never… ever… pluck her.

Photo by

Christine Mae Lapeña