The trees are painted in a rainbow of magnificent shades,
Copper coins pour from her eyes unto the cascades,
Glimmering tones of epic aw filled the air,
Her eyes are brighter than the brightest flare,
Forever is an existence she does not fear,
The sky was a pale color she cannot hear,
I hoped that she would find the lies,
But that was not the case, as she tries,
Although failure was not her game,
Nothing would be the same,
For she was the girl with the powers,
Not the girl with the pretty flowers.
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