Look at this image
Tell me what you see
It's the face of sorrow
Smoke surrounds its body
But she's scared
She wants to be great
Like she was meant to be
It looks like fate
This paradox of tomorrow
Her wings are tired
With great difficulty, she looks up
She prays to what she admired
It's the pearl of restlessness
No, she hasn't gone too far in imperfection
It looks like a shadow
But it's only her own self reflection
Smiling, she felt the tears stream down
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