The sun sank slowly down, 

Lights faded away,

Darkness came into power,

The only things that could be seen-

Were the stars and the moon above.

Jane was walking down a lonely road,

That's when she heard a baby's cry;

She ran towards the origin of the cry,

The owner of the cry.

There lay an infant, in the middle of the road,

Wrapped in a holy white cloth.

Fortunately, there were no vehicles passing by.

She took the baby in her bare hands,

It stopped crying as soon as it saw her;

Jane looked deep into the baby's eyes,

The baby was barely seven months old.

Juice of happiness rolled down her cheeks;

She didn't want to leave her there,

Neither in an orphanage.

She knew how it was like to be an orphan;

She had money but nobody to love,

Now as she has got one, she'll never leave her

Never ever leave her,

And Jane named her Julie.  

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I wrote this when I was 14 years old . So please excuse me if the poem is not good. 

WRITTEN ON: 21st of July, 2016 (21/07/2016) 

Thank you

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