The silence of milieu always brought her pleasure
Maybe because she was born to a place that scarce in nature
Stars in the skies witnessed her little supplications and meshes of streams
While holding her aspiring, enhance tiny dreams
Weariness,afflictions for her dream's sake are her main invest
Retained her friendship with people around,for better abstinent
Supported her own to the peak of knowledge without reams
For her growing hopeful gleaming dreams
Once despised by vanity and richness
Fell in love, totally hurt to a non-incongruous affection as it seems
But she never let obstacles prevail and its destructiveness
Because now,she's living with fruit of her diligence's dreams
Little dreams that fulfilled,colored her life
Proven that poverty,wounded heart, are not disincentive,
though these are truly rife
And now she knew what dream means and its frontiers
It's an enchanting...another new dreams..
