she always gazed upon

the gradient sky

that one flash of sunset

when the light dissipated

and she silently swore

it was like no other.

now she flies there

with the fragile wings

she entwined herself

of pure crystalline tears

in times of dreadful hurt;

and the sky is bittersweet.

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