A soul that’s truly free.
She walks beneath the morning sun,
Unaware of how she glows,
Her laughter brighter than the dawn,
A light she never knows.
She hides her dreams in whispered thoughts,
Afraid they’re not enough,
Yet every hope she dares to hold
Is made of stardust stuff.
Her eyes reflect the summer sky,
But she just sees the rain,
Not knowing how her gentle gaze
Can ease another’s pain.
She counts her flaws like falling leaves,
And misses all the rest—
The kindness blooming in her heart,
The courage in her chest.
She moves through life with quiet grace,
A melody unsung,
Not hearing how her presence makes
The world feel safe and young.
If only she could see herself
The way the world can see—
A wonder, rare and beautiful,
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