Her
Her life once full of color
Now is only black and grey
She is lost.
As sickness flows through her
Her wings lose their color
And her hair once shiny is only dull
She is lost with no why to ever find her way back
Only the thought of if this is the last day keeps her alive
She sits in a ball with colorless wings
Thinking of life… her life
Of what it once was
Where it lead her
And a smile over comes the frown
Pain is gone and with it loneliness
She is only happy as she comes to a better place
With smiling faces her color comes back.
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