Golden Angel

An innocent soul in the cold,
The world forces to mold,
It tells to give up her naiveness, dreams and all that which defines her,
Refusing to change, she is crumbled by it,
Lying there shattered on the ground..
She realizes the masks are not worth her time and attention,
She picks herself together,
This time her innocence underneath her strong will and confidence,
She chose her battles wisely,
She rises up like phoenix, battling it all,
From ashes , there is still warmness and that fire has passion,
She emerged herself, with a softness of an pearl and brilliance of an diamond.

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