Wrapped in plastic,
The transparent soul floats in the water.
The mutilated force of hunger,
Makes the purest soul quiver.
While a gleam of silver,
Resonates deep in her eyes.
As the sleepy town awakes,
The innocence turns to slumber.
An agent of purity arrives,
To taste the warm cherry pie.
In time, he will find,
They are not what they seem.
They will accuse each other,
Scolding with envy and anguish.
The father will dance and sing,
Because she took the ring.
It was not meant to be like this,
So beautiful and tragic.
Pain and sorrow,
Will be feasted by the spirits tomorrow.
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