She was pretty
She was smart
She was loving
She was daring
She loved her life
One day she visited a town as small as her locality
She could not feel at peace when she came back
She was not a city girl anymore
She stopped being pretty
She became beautiful.
The City Girl became beautiful.
xx
Girl with a Tripod
Inspiration: Daily post City
I love this poem. Beautiful!
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