A girl who lived in shadows alone,
With no one to call, no love to own.
Her heart a canvas, her thoughts a hue,
Through paintings, her feelings quietly grew.

Her brush spoke words she couldn’t say,
Of love, of pain, of a brighter day.
Each stroke a whisper, each shade a plea,
Her art the voice she longed to be.

One day her soul was put on display,
In an exhibition, her work led the way.
A painting named Reflection of Darkness,
A masterpiece born of quiet starkness.

A girl stood still, beside a glass,
A mirrored void her face could not surpass.
The shadows loomed, a haunting embrace,
Yet beauty lingered in the empty space.

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