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She

  • Aug 28, 2020
  • 1 min read

like the first ray of light creeping over the horizon

she shines


like the delicate veins running through a rose petal

she thrives


like the strumming of a guitar weaving a sweet melody

she creates


like the raindrops gently touching the ground, mingling with the earth

she soothes


like the burning of a fire as it consumes all in its path

she rules


The writer wishes to remain anonymous




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