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Painted Lady
A life begins forlorn and hushed.
Taught to restrain, she lives in silence.
She stares as those around her speak out,
And waits for her turn to unearth a voice.
She waits and she waits...
Those who spoke have since moved on,
And she is alone in her voiceless world.
She doesn't dare try to follow them.
She doesn't dare try to find others.
She waits and she waits...
She is a body without animation,
She is a voice with no sound.
Her eyes darting wildly from tree to tree,
Searching for a sign of hope.
She waits and she waits...
She falls restless on her branch,
And soars to the skies while she can.
A dancing flame catches her eye.
Her soul fills with warmth as her spirit dances.
She waits and she waits...
Her feet begin to swing in smooth cadence,
And her hands glide in time with the wind.
She flutters with joy as her voice has finally come.
She remains as silent as the night,
But now she may speak.
She speaks and she speaks...
Beautiful!
this touches me