From, Mia

A woman so selfless
Queen of generosity and forgiveness
The thorns, prickled its throne
To whom, so lovely, place a crown

A new bloom sunflower
Let poor bees **** its nectar
Fulfilled the sweetness of hunger
Though they shall not be parted

For humans' mindset curved like rainbow
Few colors, quite distinct, have dark shadow
Gazing, adoring, so gorgeous petal
Turned exposed, too old, torn by sharp metal

An outcast smiling under mask
Forgotten by people she trusts
Molded paper fly freely through darkness
From, Mia, who died, drowning under sadness