Girl is

A girl never lost, only waiting to be found.
The scent of her despair attracts the thirsty hounds.
The hands that reach out to lift her off the ground,
Are soft and gentle and barely make a sound.
Her scratchy clothes are replaced by a soft gown.
Life is never too harsh; it always turns around.

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