Under The Dome

Under the dome she sits and ponders the world
Under the dome she waits, she knows not what for
Under the dome she is surrounded by discarded petals, the remnants of friends and lovers past
Under the dome she wishes, and she wonders
Under the dome she grows, flourishes
Under the dome she is perfectly imperfect
Under the dome she is…
Beautiful. Unique. Love. Light… and laughter.

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