She is a flower brightly blooming,
She is a busy bumblebee.
She is a wand'ring wind in sunlight,
She is a strong and steady tree.
She is a rock upon a cliff-face,
She is an island in the sea.
She is a little brook still singing,
She is a golden, green valley.
She is a calculating logic,
She is a softer empathy.
She is a firm, determined order,
She is a small and frightened plea.
She is a child in awe and wonder,
She is a man too old to see.
She is a sage of thought and counsel,
She is a fool who won't agree.
She is a shadow of a dragon,
She is a quiet, bright fairy.
She is a lost and lonely stranger,
She is an untold mystery.
She is a sky of many colours,
She is her question who she'll be.
She is a great, great deal of things;
She is a girl, and she is me.
This was inspired by the group 13-2-19's 'This is me' contest. I didn't enter, but this is what I would have written.
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Reflections of an Idle Mind
RandomI'm finding I like to write a little before I go to sleep, and I figured I'd do it on here as much as I'd do it on my notes. Each part is seperate, and could be an idea for a story, something I just felt like writing, or a poetic blurt of feelings...
