This Girl so unique

With a heart pure as distilled water,
She doesn't mind to cook and cater
As clear as the sweet morning dew
Her thoughts each day appear new.

One day spirituality
Next day her personality
One day her religion
Then some television

She dreams this world a store of
peace. War forever no more,
Release olive branch and dove
No greed, goals or any gore

poem by Mysterious Pesudonym Nisha Jalan
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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