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When I look up, I reach the sky,
My black eyes turn into a beautiful canvas,
I am glowing in magenta and fuchsia shine,
I am no longer in my original form, transforming into an ethereal creature, a butterfly,
Fluttering freely through the heavenly hues, with no bounds,
My wings are imprinted with joy,
flapping away the dust of discomfort in the wide open sky.
- Hijab Fatima (Mona)
©H.Fatima

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