A golden path leading
Through the window
Her face shined
Out of that light
But her heart
Filled with darkness
She was so gloomy
The teenage melancholy
Disturbed her
She was a wilted rose
With a broken heart
Like a scattered mirror
All she lost was
The inner child in her
Soon a sweet melody
Stuck in her heart
Her eyes tried
To find the source
It was a humming
Of a birdie
Which paved way
To the memories
She was a content
Charming soul once
With a beautiful smile
She twirled her gown
And danced through
Rhythm of birds
Like a fairytale
As day passed
All has gone
But the tune of birdie
Remained in her heart
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