മനോഹരമായ Asha

She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way.

Her thick pigtails bounced as she flipped non-stop.
Her laugh-lighter than the sunrise on a brilliant day.
Even he didn't know what to say.

Her blushing cheeks give away her feeling of pride.
She is as beautiful as she is skilled.
Her heart is too big to be filled.

Yet still, she doesn't know that 
She was beautiful, but in a different sort of way.
 

crisscross

NY

15 years old

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