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Few words to myself
Where is she gone?
The heart full of joy,
She was just the flower ready to bloom happiness,
She painted rainbows In her dreams,
Stitched clothes out of clouds,
Made crowns out of stars.
Where is she gone?
Is she lost?
She drew maps out of threads.
Sings songs out of sadness,
She's the love one longs,
Coloured her own life.
She was a miracle.
She's right here,
Jumping the clouds in her secret corner.
Hidden from the cruelty,
Being her own owner.
Loving herself to the worst.
Picking diamonds to her crown,
Watching vivid dreams, making songs for her own.
She was never gone. She just left.
She is not lost, she is right here.
© withlovedibya
The heart full of joy,
She was just the flower ready to bloom happiness,
She painted rainbows In her dreams,
Stitched clothes out of clouds,
Made crowns out of stars.
Where is she gone?
Is she lost?
She drew maps out of threads.
Sings songs out of sadness,
She's the love one longs,
Coloured her own life.
She was a miracle.
She's right here,
Jumping the clouds in her secret corner.
Hidden from the cruelty,
Being her own owner.
Loving herself to the worst.
Picking diamonds to her crown,
Watching vivid dreams, making songs for her own.
She was never gone. She just left.
She is not lost, she is right here.
© withlovedibya
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