HER

In a sunlit room where colors blend, A girl with dreams that never end. Her sketchbook whispers tales untold, With every line, her heart unfolds. Braces glint with a shy, bright smile, Each metal glimmer, a unique style. Her wolfcut hair frames her face, A wild crown, full of grace. Through tangled lines and vibrant hues, She shapes her thoughts, her hopes, her views. A canvas vast, her spirit free, In eve.ry drawing, she finds her key. So here she sits, with passion fierce, In every sketch, her soul she pierce. A girl who dreams in colors bright, With braces, a wolfcut, and heart alight.