HER WORD AND THE WORLD

Welcomed, she was with nosy spirits and high held-up hands,

Her warmth as it reminded them of apricity.

With her wise words and the vice world, she was raised,

Her blissful joy was in her world that was based.

The soulful rhythm of letters that always reached her bold ears,

Her soul that refreshed its own self to serenity.

The air around her is turquoise.

Yet at times, black is the world

And she, like that only white space in the black.

Though her sphere of individuality within was wide,

The world around changed its tides,

It’s very disturbing storms carved her on-going flow;

Flow of breath and the flow of her glow.

The black shadows found her hard to make feel low,

Ever that she rised all they ever said was wow.

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