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I see unfolding in your eyes
The Heavens I always felt need for. A beauty no man could ignore Has hidden itself beneath sighs. And with her cries rising to stars She rebels against her new-found goal: To seek the light inside the soul Where she had thought to find but scars. The bars she holds around as cage Were not so meant in the beginning; But if one’s life can stop not from its spinning, One may become a puppet on a stage. The page laying before her had been white, Much like her heart; but now dark signs Are complicating the once clear lines Of fear, recklessness and spite. The fight she has to win now is the hardest For no one truly can defeat oneself. Yet if she’s willing in her heart to delve She’ll find the fruits of love ready for harvest.
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