The turnaround
The week in its beauty of seven days
Laid a significant sign that seventh day
That was realized in the seventh hour of the night!
As she looked through the ceiling of her hut
She noticed something so strange
So the ceiling was also an obstacle
And probably an obstacle to her prayers
So that when she commanded every obstacle in her life to flee
It also fled for the sake of its safety
Now she can count the stars
And the beauty of seven is still represented
As the big dipper send a reflection to her mind
The clouds gathered merrily
It was a sign of heavy downpour
And at the count of the seventh star
The miracle turned an oracle
The clouds couldn't hold the weight any more
With its arms highly lifted up
It let its content find the better option
The first drop hit her open eye
And as she rose to strangle the 'devil' to death
She hit the wall of her bedroom
And a soft voice filled the room
Forgive seven, times seventy times
There she rememberd the revenge plan
And took a new lease of life
For revenge only hurts the more
And the heart needs be free from hurt
As written by MirieDanie
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