Her dream
She close her eyes
Underneath tree
Holding the diary
Clutching her palm
Her dream to reach sky
Lost under clouds
Her wings
which used to spread wide
Cut by her fate
She chooses this life herself
There's no place
Where she can lament
There's no anyone to whom
She can share her grievance
Her dream cut her into slices
But she never get tired
Instead she stand high
Never fading her smile
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