[BBC] Poem I made with chatgpt for a special user on this forum

[You're dead]

In a room with shuttered light,
An Indian girl watched day turn night.
Her parents locked the door each eve,
And left her only dreams to weave.

But through the window, soft and slow,
A doe would come where moonflowers grow.
With gentle eyes and quiet grace,
She stood beneath the girl's small space.

The doe would flick her ears and stay,
As if she had a thing to say:
"The world is larger than these walls.
No winter lasts, no darkness calls forever."

And though no words were ever spoken,
Something mended what felt broken.
The girl would smile, her fears made small,
By the faithful doe who came through it all.

So when the nights felt cold and long,
She held the memory like a song—
A promise carried in soft brown eyes:
That one day, she too would see open skies.