im a sad girl

when we die, art lives through our writing.

Sparkle

i’ve been searching

for the glimmer my eyes once carried.

the unscathed sparkle

of hope and aspirations.

the promise of more,

familiar on my face.

from the eyes of a woman,

who was once a girl;

luster growing dull,

where did the sparkle go?

5.02.2024

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