Hair spilling over her shoulders,
Face shining brighter
than Canis Majoris.
Shes got the mind of a cyclone.
No dragon could keep her trapped
in a tower even if it wanted.
Her days were filled with exploring unknown stories, taiming storms,
and training forests.
No band of bandits
could wreak her havoc,
for she breathed ferocity.
She could bring whole galaxies
right to their knees.
All done simply with her poetry.
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Everything Inbetween
PuisiPoetry written by me. Featuring my experiences, some bad metaphors, and everything in-between. Mostly free-verse. Ongoing.
