From, Mia

A woman so selfless Queen of generosity and forgiveness The thorns, prickled its throne To whom, so lovely, place a crown A new bloom sunflower Let poor bees suck its nectar Fulfilled the sweetness of hunger Though they shall not be parted For human's mindset curved a rainbow Few colors, quite distinct, have dark shadow Gazing, adoring, so gorgeous petal Turned exposed, too old, torn by sharp metal An outcast smiling under mask Forgotten by people she trusts Molded paper fly freely through darkness From Mia, who died, drowning under sadness