She died before morning,
Behind trees of innocence
She died,
Alone befriended by her
Faithful silhouette
She lived, wished and breathed
The misery of life's making.
In the dark she fades with
The ghosts of the lost souls,
In the morning she wakes up to
The dark knight's symphony,
Her smile will forever remain.
I dedicate this piece to Aung San Suu Kyi, because innocence dies each day she remains in captivity....we love you.Get well love!!!
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