An alchemist of stardust ...
swirling heaven's blue,
with a million fragments held in hand
she dances round the moon.
Cerulean skies by day ...
a sunshine shadow smile,
internal to her tender heart
worn outside a long dark while.
Blue melodies persist and play in mind ...
repeating soulful sounds,
happy lyrics she'll soon create
as she learns to live out loud.
Conjuring magic spells ...
warm breezes twirling wind,
she's erasing memories
she's held to long within.
A journey to survive ...
transformed leather to fragile lace,
she rests along a traveled path
of gratitude and grace.
A dragonfly of cobalt courage ...
a butterfly born wild
a firefly in midnight skies
she's a warrior of light.
A kaleidoscope of twisted shards ...
all fractured in her hues,
she's pieced and glued herself together
in healing shades of blue.
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