Sitting in a corner, lonely maiden.
Busily writing, head bent down so low.
Hand moving along paper, she hasten.
Thoughts turn to words, like a long river flow.
She paused, eyes glazed, a dreamy look descend.
Pretty thoughts flitted through across her mind.
Sweet smile appeared, like a half moon crescent.
Home, dear, dear home, played along in her mind.
Of what life is about, the question hang
Thick and low, a fog, obscuring future.
But choice made, and regret never be sang.
Courage and love, she needed that for sure.
Patience was learned, end in bright light plenty.
Countdown begins, right before her twenty.
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