there is no reason for you to seek revenge willow tree because her fingers are already red from her own thorns.
little girl why do you smile? you bought another dress i see. it looks prettier in this weather as sunlight draws little patterns over the lace. you will always be their favourite angel even if your cheeks are stained with black. so little girl why do you smile? your lips may wither if you force a bud to bloom when it is thirsty & weak. hurry hurry hurry— better you droop and cry than smile and lie.
