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. Okumaya devam et “The COLOR of the HOPE”