Her eyes were every hue of the rainbow,
Every color in the sunrise,
Reflected on the ocean's surface.
They sang the most delightful melody,
Like the gentle music from a harp.
They were warm,
Like the rays of the sun that awoke the world every morning.
But she couldn't see it,
She couldn't hear it,
She couldn't feel it.
Any of it.
No matter how hard she tried,
All she saw was ugliness,
All she heard were the cruelty of their words,
All she felt was unbearable pain.
-- Selam H. --
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