maybe it was true in those days
but she pray about it in her days
the chains broken and others were free
she see light and is still seeing it today
she believed not but believed in the lord.
Her problem were solved
although she took nothing as problem
it was just a challenge to her
not minding what the people's talks
she believed she was beautifully made
that understanding save her.
Everywhere she go people love her
they love her uniqueness
Doia has a blissful heart
she speaks good of people
This is a poem that speak deep into how belief works. I wrote it in this way, because, i am trying to communicate how the heart feels, as it shows on our attitude, and on the things we do.
Her name was Doia, a girl that love purple flowers. In their town, history has it that, when a girl love purple flowers, she might likely not be attracted to men, but Doia was an example, which let people to understand that, it was just a lie, or a barbaric words that holds no importance.
She loves purple flowers, because she sees purple as her best color.
In life, people love not for a reason, but with quality's, and kind heart. When love comes with a reason, is no more love, but it is seen as a treaty.
So, On that fateful day, even when there was no fire at the place, Doia set the fire through her eyes, "it's not a real fire, but a lovely fire, that comes through a heart of blessings, which she has.
There were murmuring around their neighborhood, but it was what it is, she was uniquely made, so she was pretty, and loved by her man, just like everyone else.