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Lone Girl
What kind of world,
Do we live in now days?
Where all that seems to matter,
Doesn't really matter at all.
They don't even know what real pain is.
Everything that was real,
Is almost all gone,
But not wisdom.
Wisdom comes and goes,
Like the freshly fallen snow,
Crisp and fresh at first,
But later people twist it,
And ruin it.
Sometimes you can find,
The greatest wisdom of all,
In the little girl,
Down the street.
She has seen it all.
She knows what's real,
What's life.
She has a broken spirit,
Her heart shattered,
But still a glimmer of hope,
Always clinging to it,
You can see it in her eyes,
All of the years of torture,
She knows pain.
She sits on the street corner,
To escape,
Same dress she wears,
Every day,
Tattered and torn,
But new cuts,
A new brose,
She doesn't say a word,
But she says it all.
To find wisdom,
You have to open your eyes,
And begin searching.
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The thing about philosophy is that it often runs dry when thought of so shallowly.
The message is too stilted. It's too pessimistic, it sounds like you have to go through pain to be smart, or wise. I understand that experience is the greatest teacher, but this is simply morbid, and a little too much to be tasetful.
The metaphor of fresh snow is ruined when you say that its "twisted", try to find something else pure and white that can be twisted (I know I just said you were too morbid, but if you want to go all the way, make it bone, because bones are white, give life, structure, and order to you and your life, and when twisted, it ruins everything in every way).
However, I do like the little girl. Not the pain she goes through, but the idea that she looks like a little girl, when she's actually an old woman, full of experience.
It reminds me of that woman who lived in a psycho-disturbed reality, where she didn't age because she had no sense of time, waiting for her husband. Unfortunately, she was told the time of the day, and she's no longer alive :(