The snow sparkled adorned in its purity,
Envied by all,
Wanted by all,
Loved by all.
Then,
Suddenly,
Black ink is seen on it.
No one asks why,
No one tries to know,
Were they all too lazy to discern?
Or too lazy to think?
The snow,
Once envied,
Once wanted,
Once loved,
Now a scorn.
Hated by all.
No one,
Not even one,
Cares to ask or know.
Being judged tremendously without reason.
But when she finally clears herself,
They all swam like bees,
Approaching her again.
---------- By Nabila / Queen Beela / 凤星云
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