They compare her to a rainbow,
Shining from above,
Seeing all the doves,
Reminds her of something,
She was nothing.
She maybe colorful,
But inside was colorless,
Like a fake mask,
Covering her sadness,
Born from a rain that is so painful,
She was in reality, mournful
"what do doves remind me?"
Some word called 'free'
But she just floats,
Dead inside,
Left undone,
In the sky paralyze,
She watches the birds,
And wondered how they can fly so freely,
She was just there,
Fading slowly.
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