A PIECE OF Her

She is a puzzle, pieces slowly formed,
A mosaic of moments, memories that swarm.
Her edges are rough, her surface worn,
But in the crevices, her story is born.

She is a river, flowing wild and free,
Ever-changing, yet remaining me.
Her depths are uncharted, her currents strong,
She carve her own path, where she belong.

She is a canvas, painted with vibrant hues,
A kaleidoscope of colors, emotions, and views.
Her brush strokes bold, her art unique,
She create herself, with every choice she seek.

She is a melody, harmonious and clear,
A symphony of laughter, tears, and cheer.
Her rhythm is her's, her beat is true,
She sing her own song, with a heart that's new.

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