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The day is gloomy,

the air is cold difficult to breathe in.

The haze proudly spreads intensity

below the bright park is wood bench.

Leaves abound, surrounding

the peculiar place.

An evanescent image of a girl

wearing a white gown,

erupts the senses every single night.

Her eyes fixed on the park is steel portal

waiting for the prince,

yearning to prize him with the novelties

She was happy, she was so happy!

Her eyes glittered with joy under the park is lamp.

A rose without its sharp thorns,

innocent and kind,

carrying a baby inside her.

Time glided by, and dusk engulfed

the last ray of light, and all the bad entwined with it.

Happiness was overflowed by rationality

and she was unaware, vulnerable.

In the same bench, she was found,

cold, lifeless,

but in her face was traced a hint of serenity.