Cracked Doors

Her eyes are green like summer leaves

rich and lively and bright.

Freckles dance across a near-pale face

like the footprints of a curious wanderer.

Doubt and discomfort trample over her

Strawberry blonde hair and kick her in the stomach 

But she lets her smile show,

Through the cracks in her chapped lips 

Something like sunshine through cracked doors

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