Lady Bliss #2 – Poem

Strange people pass

The village unyielding

Staring at their visage

What filth unappealing

Gawk at their misfortune

They continue to do

Until all of them moved

What ever shall we do?

For as the strangers were gone

Their own misfortune they were reminded

Back at their own existence

Their lives were unwinded

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