Tip of the iceberg

The breeze flicks
her hair back
the sun gleams
over her shoulders.
They like her smile
only for five seconds.
They like ice
not knowing it is
tip of the iceberg,
what lies below
the water surface
is not interesting.

She has been fed
that depths are
not tolerable,
she is the sunshine
everyone looks up to
she cannot be cold
she cannot be mad
she can only be sorry
or thankful.
Often when
the water moves
exposing what's underneath
everyone walks away
before it gets cloudy
before it's too late
before it starts raining.

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