Torn and tattered on
Bone-colored sack dress on her shoulders
Torn and taters stitched with black thread,
Is it poverty?
Or is it the torn fashion of the recent days?
What is fashion , what is it , where did it live?
For her it does not matter , even a tiny one!
Her hair is dancing in the air, scattered
Right now as out of hand of the most famous hairdresser
Shaped with brand foam!
Jet-black , charcoal eyes
Smiling snow white in the tiny fresh of her heart.
Her tiny nose drawn with a black pencil by the master of the most master painters
on the black terrain,
A closed smile on the lips,
But with a very sincere hope.
The thumbs having met in front of her nose,
Is it totem did it?
In order to keep her wishes
in her a pure snow white heart.
Her face is so innocent, so pure that,
All beauties desperate
It’s disappearing in these smiling eyes
Pure beauty reflected from her heart
With a reflection smile
on the earth,
Do the totem,
Keep your wish,
Combine your thumbs,
Bring your loving hearts side by side,
Give life to innocent hearts
smiling inside their eyes,
Let the wishes come true .
To innocence, affection, love,
To all the hungry hearts without love.
To the darkest volunteers whose hope does not have the color.
Give life in order to
make the hopes in the world become colorful
In all the hearts which have been topen –minded.