With hair hard to tame;
She fought with the wind, so brave.
With her not so bright eyes;
She shone the light in many lives.
With lips dry and scaly;
She drank their tears and made them happy.
With skin so uneven to cover all her bones;
She passed all the warmth, what they needed and more.
With her heels thick as rock;
She travelled million miles, till million souls.
She never had the average beauty of a girl;
But she had a heart made up of gold.
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Rhythm
Poetry#22nd rank in 'what's hot' 25/8/16 #24th rank in 'what's hot' 28/8/16 ACHIEVEMENTS: ~ Featured poet by @LivePoetsSociety ~ Fellow Feels (past name of the book) featured poem book.
