Bright strings of hope

Her heart was made of shades of gold,

like kindness falls in pieces or whole,

sometimes big and sometimes small,

like petals fall in autumn and cold.

However harsh a moment may speak,

she drives out rays like summer and hope,

With all that i seek and all that i want,

She is a momentarily darkness,

but a sun out of all.

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