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Her

Those freckles sprinkled across her cheeks reminded me of the stars

For her eyes held the galaxies in its grasp

Her hair must hold the secrets of the sea and the mystery of the moon

 

She is that refreshing breeze on a sickly summers day but then she's gone and I can't find my way

All I can find is the horrid heat that pulses and beats

 

I can't grasp her with my finger, for she moves in ways I do not know

My skin crawls, yearning for her breeze

Why is no one falling at her feet?

Can they not see that she has stars for eyes and a heart of overflowing honey

For they must be colour blind

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