Introspecting me .
I want no truck with sadness.
She is vulnerable.
She is the sun
rising from the ocean deepth
escalating its radiance
such that your heart is the only thing visible
she is the wind
materializing from mountains beyond
blasting out your heart from your trunk
eradicating the superfluous.
She is the trees
with the core as it's source and growing a fruit
which when masticated
you become immortal
she is the water
emerging from within the soil
demolishing the stones and spikes
all to get to your heart
she is the arrow
which when released
i would tear apart any flesh and bone
so that it hit my heart without any hindrance
and deep.
she is always and will continue to be
A GIRL
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Thanks for reading not much of a poem......just spoke my mind.
