Rapunzel

She hears,
but doesn’t understand.
She sees,
but doesn’t look.
All her doors,
are closed.
And the windows too.

She looks in a mirror,
and only sees flaws.
Never the beauty,
she holds.

She sees the heat,
in flames.
Never the light,
it gave.

I wonder when she’ll see,
the beauty of living.
And all the flowers,
in her surroundings.

I wonder when she’ll stop,
to smell the flowers.
And live outside,
her towers.

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