The bloom shakes free her silk in the wind
Her scent of moonlace and cinder
She struggles to keep in a world without trust
As she shakes free her thoughts to hinder.
She repels all with scars that run deep
And acceptance that she is quite strange
But there is more, a beauty unseen
And only those worthy will change
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A Touch of Heart
PoetryA dream is a wish your heart makes No matter who you are But your dream will never wake Without a touch of heart.
