DREAM

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She was once visible in the world,
Visible with a fearful trill,
Slowly the worlds hope in her was fading,
She started becoming invisible with a fading colour,
She was worried but soon got used to the ignorance,
Now she rests in the path midst, a dance,
Where her visibility once framed her sight,
Her life now halted in a poignant pause,
As her journey from seen to unseen was the cause.

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