She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled,
it was her secret and no one had had one since that day
since the day that the world stood still in conformity
since the day that they all turned into mindless sheep.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled,
the eternal rainclouds parted and bowed down to her
making way for she who had stood up against the steel and stone
making way for she who had figured out where the wildflowers bloomed.
She touched the little box in her pocket and smiled,
and the silence of the birds broke and withered away into nothingness
as the long awaited music filled the breathless air
as the long awaited colors moved beyond the hues that they had been assigned.
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