She blooms, she blooms, she blooms… she blooms
She laughs she laughs she laughs…yes…she laughs
Eyes so innocent like flowers growing from the sunlight and water
As fresh as the air…cleanly and clear
Heart so free and pure
Free as a tree pushing the wind with force and with ease
Heart so pure that no one – not one entity could suffocate what was hers
She cries, she cries, she cries… and she cries
At present, the innocence has dissipated… clouds darken – overwhelming the sun
But the heart still endures
Because what the devil can’t attain:
The intoxicating luminosity
—She will for sure
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