The girl in the purple jeans
The girl in the purple jeans plucks at her embroidered threads.
The sun shines on her face, blessing her.
She plucks a flower and twirls it between her fingers.
How can she know that in that moment, she’s to become a symbol of
a time when no fear exists, only hope
She doesn’t know the force that she’ll become
As she twirls her dandelion between her fingers
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