She Is A Celebration
She wears her flaws as her makeup,
Her mind - a canvas now painted in oblivion.
While her lips are sealed with silence,
Her eyes narrate the story of her soul.
Deaf to all the chaotic voices outside,
She listens to the rhythm of inner peace.
Adorned are her scars with feathers,
For she is a celebration of freedom.
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