Living Poetry May visual prompt
She is that girl
confined in the mold
they carved out for her
Every bit of her is labelled
categorised and put aside
for the common view of this world
All is in order
But all is out of place
in the creator’s eye
She can’t survive
She can’t shine
She is miserable in nature’s sight
Flicker of Thoughts 
I think I know her 😔
Beautifully written my friend 🖤
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Painful. Exquistley expressed, Cassa.
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Great work! Thanks for writing to my prompt.
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Thanks for offering the prompt.
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Powerfully written Cassa. I’m particularly taken with the second stanza
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That’s a terrible reality. Sad….
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Man made beauty is just sad
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