not seeing her true colors.
Her eyes withered away from from fear,
blinded by the light of her own beauty,
unable to see from the darkness of her distress.
Not able to see the beauty.
FIlling her heart
shattering her fears
flying higher than the universe
She can see herself.
Clothed in white
Her reflection no longer a blur.
Only a bliss
she is free.
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