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Grass and wind

Dripping from her fingers,
Her life is.
Dancing on her forehead,
Her confusing hairlocks are.
The life is throbbing,
And mind and heart are, at war.
Her feet are slipping back towards the memories,
And she is struggling to climb the new future.
Cherishing the short lived glories,
Her heart is grieving.
Repeatedly gathering herself with her spirit,
Every day she is trying.
Trying to revive her creativity,
She is Erasing the whimsically disguised days.
She is Pacing towards a more honest life,
Life that Promises to stay honest with her the way she always did.

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