She blooms in the mud
like a lotus flower.
The stink, garbage, obscenity and filthy language et cetera
spread along the narrow cobbled streets.
But she is very fragrant as a Jasmine
and it's certain that a prince never come to see her in his chariot.
But if a kind hearted compatriot who choose her as his partner
it's a merit the flimsy before she gets trample by the ruffians.
To the poetess Ruby.Root
nimal dunuhinga
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