She is so wildly underestimated.
Her blood is fierce
Her skin thick
Her mind clouded by the shadows of her past
Eyes that wander, dream and tease
And behind the mist...
There is a gentleness about her soul.
Soft vulnerability
Tough kindness
She is underestimated
But one day
She will stand taller
She will survive and conquer
For she has yet to see
She is great.
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Infinite Pauses (Poetry)| ✔ PUBLISHED|
Puisi#15 in poetry (17/08/2017) a formation of words that appear in the middle of midnight or lazy daylight. these words know no hour, they form when and of what they want. - Love. Sadness. Ocean. Earth. Courage. Faith. Strength.- (In no particular order...
