Their

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by music_heals_

by music_heals_

Their mind is art,
Whether the see it fall,
Or see it rise.
Their mind is art.

Their eyes are emeralds,
Strong and sturdy,
But beautiful and fragile,
Their eyes are emeralds.

Their words are music,
Trusting and Honest,
And always in rhythm,
Their words are music.

Their movements are sunflowers,
Swaying in the wind,
Always in tune with the Earth,
Their movements are sunflowers.

Their heart is gold,
So pure and sweet.
Those greedy try to break it,
Their heart is gold.

Their thoughts are a whirlwind,
Changing and always negative,
They don't deserve these thoughts but,
Their thoughts are a whirlwind.