She proudly smirk,
and left a dust,
with a blue umbrella,
hiding her secret,
in her next hand.
She's ready,
waiting for the rain,
came after her tears,
and suffer the desert,
with a bare foot.
She's not a stranger,
with the darkness anymore,
and she said;
"I already become a dust",
holding her broken parts,
hurted by the sharp words,
and slowly disappear.
A mournful song played,
she smiled and learned,
that life goes on,
and she dance brightly,
left the scars at the back,
hoping she would never be the same.
