She's
Dancing in the rain
Climbing all the trees
Reading in the night
Waiting on the moonlight—
Plucking flowers
To weave a crown
Befit for royalty.
Sewing with pine needles
Quilting with leaves
Tickling bees
Dancing in streets
Building palaces of playing cards
Writing to the heavens
Leaping from swings
Grazing heights
Emerging from her shell
Finding her way through hell.
Hair tied by twigs
Head held high by courage—
Carving out her reputation
Making full use of her imagination
Spinning with the wind
Braiding all the vines
Brewing unmatched tea
Losing track of time.
Sliding down banisters
Undefeated in witty banter
Painting impossibles
Standing in convertibles
With a thirst for life
Adventure
Knowledge
And love
Unquenched by the sea—
This is she.
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Feathered Hope | Original Poetry
PoezjaThis is just a place to turn my thoughts to ink in the soulful world of poetry. Will forever be ongoing, as I don't think I'll ever stop writing poems.
