A Kid at Heart Warrior
Whenever she hears
the sound of the pouring rain,
she gets roused to it.
She will dash into a spot
of bathing green foliage,
then there surrender herself
to the sky and let its frigid cry
hug every inch of her skin,
as though like nice words
it comforts and calms her,
then extend her arms
and twirl her body in high spirits
like a ballerina full of passion;
gleeful laugh will be heard
by hiding butterflies.
She is a combination of
a kid and a warrior at heart
for she becomes
her own rainbow
that comes into sight
along with the rain,
like how she still lavishly
gives authentic smiles,
likes gelato and ice milk
and loves unconditionally
albeit 'tis with a heavy heart
that she is carrying
the weight of the world
on her shoulders.
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roses of the world
Поэзия❝I will pour water over you when you are parched and dry, and draw you in a spot where the sun's tender radiance can kiss your weary body. I will shine up your blades as I whisper to you how beautiful of a flower you are, for keeping your body and s...
