Pretty Face

With each passing day and the chase

The world is just a crazy race

Oh, look!  the storms just past

Come smile and give me that laugh

Like the mountains here I stand strong

The winds cannot chase this grace

Hear me aloud oh pouring rain

The sun is shining just a mile away

The strength I get from within my soul

Can break the strongest of graves

This is the chance I prove to all

I am not just a pretty face



Charu is a young dreamer, highly adaptable to new innovation. Being open-minded she is passionate to accomplish a high level in freelance writing and research. From being in-charge of circulating various reports and minutes of meetings to members of the research team previously, she is now willing to contribute to poetry, high-quality content articles in various topics and blogs for websites.

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